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LA

Poetry & Prose January 11, 2020

1/3

flick another cigarette out of your window
like an ornament
the city, a prince,
detests and pretends and sighs
/this is what i am now isn’t it/

2/3

god, this is what i am now isn’t it
a boulevardier,
just another star in the sky,
i, this great city,
am a cactus planted in the median of an interstate

3/3

LA, a miracle
an oasis
a paradise lost
and rediscovered
LA, i need you
unreasonably
and now i feel lost
and undiscovered

photography by Sallie Harrison

wire

Poetry & Prose October 17, 2019

the tide that had shift
a poem adrift
icarus give us a sign

a freediving psalm
that screams carry-on
the pressure that mounts underneath

so,
what
of
us
then?

if light is a gift and freedom’s within
i am a man who contends
and in truth i am weary
from these sudden uneasy demands

it’s climbing like water and brine
like waves i froth at the mouth
for the shore with the pine

i’ve got you on my mind, giver _ 2

Poetry & Prose June 28, 2019

_ no. 2
i’ve got you on my mind, giver






i’ve got you inside
i made sure to keep you close
i’ve got a heavy mind
i can’t tell you where it goes

i said it’s blue and red
said i’ve been living like a fool might
don’t tell me how to fix it up
if it’s chrome then it’ll float
if it’s chrome then it’ll float


alright, you’ve put your money up
and it’s on another fortnight



opt for an open road
Lord knows
Lord knows

hindsight, is indestructible
when you’re dealing with a birthright
my mind’s an open road
Lord knows
Lord knows

call it now, yeah, you were right
but you’ve got me on your A-team



you’ve been dealing black and white, giver
tell me where the blessing flows
tell me where the blessing flows

this is easy for me to say

Poetry & Prose April 21, 2019

i was reading in a car
catching words by each streetlight
the words were spaced too far apart
i nearly quit when i had a thought
what order of letters got me here
my primal form is no Shakespeare
and i know you think this is nothing new
to think about life as more than something to do
but if it’s just words then i feel free to say
that i don’t really care about my birthday
so if i could act on any thought
would my faith be less distraught
i gave it a chance and i found the end
there’s no life in lifeless ends

if this car stopped i could read my book
and catch the words at one time
by now the metaphor is getting old
life is change and that’s not so bold
i feel the culmination of grief in my young life
and a raging ache behind each blue eye
an anonymous person says, ‘are you okay?’
i said i’m fine and that was true
but i wish there was more that i could do
so why don’t i do it you could say
but first i should eat before i rot away

God is good and that’s all great
but i miss his voice if that’s okay


some strange sounds

Poetry & Prose April 21, 2019

i figured out what’s happening
there’s a foreign place
inside my veins
it’s reaching out
to grab me
and whether i need it isn’t up to me
it’s deep inside
like some small thing
a needy voice
that grabs me

so when my mind freezes, i’m listening
you shouldn’t be afraid

there’s
got
to
be
a
safer
place
for
you
to
be
than
here
with
me


PAINT BY BERNARD FUCHS LOVE IN SAN FRANCISCO