Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Word to the Wise

As we
drove

and after a warning
not to hit on
the new girl,

the ladies made a revelation of sorts...
that
they
in thier infinite wisdom,
in the past have tried
to set me up,
without
my
k-nowledge.

Fuck.

No way!
Really!
Wowee Zowee.

Thank you ladies,
I knew
there was a
reason
i kept you around...

I don't even try to bother figuring out who or when,
i know me to well...it goes the same either way.

however,
a word to the wise...

it might be a good idea to let me know, in the future
so that
I
can
i pick out a nicer shirt
and
rehearse
my
apologies
in advance.


08'

Saturday, August 02, 2008

and boats


I had
a dream
about
whales.

they just barely
popped
out of the water.

as their tails
threw boats out
of the
way.

I have dreamt
of being
chased
by dogs
and kimno dragons,
but never whales.

I'm not sure
what to make of
it.

it could be
just a dream
about whales.

or a warning.

I wonder if the dream
is somehow tied to
New people,
Old people,
Fear of this
or that.

nothing comes to mind.

if there is a meaning at
all.

Whatever
it is,
it is
huge.

and i hope my
life
boat stays
afloat, as I never
was a good
swimmer.

08'

Ronnie Spector Forever


You were standing in line,
with
your sister and cousin
at the
peppermint lounge.

You looked
famous
so they put you on stage
with Ray.

Ronnie Spector,
be my baby.
be my little baby
say you'll be my darling
be my baby now...

You married a
crazy bastard.
Kept you locked up like a song bird.
he was a small man with a gun.
He'll get the chair.
(but thats another story)

The ronnettes were an army of cool,
the ronnettes were a holy trinty.
the ronnettes were sirens
sending teenage boys
to the rocks.

Brian Wilison,
the patron saint of
california and
lonely boys,
kneels at the church of Spector,
says a prayer
for your beehive hair,
and black eye liner.

Ronnie,
walking in the rain....
and wishing on a star...

Baby i love you....

you are young forever,
your voice
the sound of teenage love,
breaking free of
a wall of sound.

Ronnie Spector forever and ever...

(be my, be my baby
my one an only baby...)

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Friday, August 01, 2008

She thinks she’s Los Angeles.

She thinks
she is
los angeles.

She is one of the people here.
She is Yoga
She is 405 to the 101 to the 10
She is K town
She is Pico
She is Mulitcultural
She is Melting
She is Pot.

She thinks she’s los angeles.
is that really so bad?

there are worse
places to live.-

She is Echo park
She is griffith park
She is Downtown
Westside East Side
and South Central
She is Wilshire,
She is Crenshaw
and sunset
She is Oylmpic

She thinks she’s los angeles.

there are worse places to live.
there are worse
places to be,-

but not many.


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