in the grocery cart you find the frogs down by the river
bending in the light to where
the Pacific Bell poles rot at the bottom
in the creek where all the vagrants pee
it’s not lady like to see those things
but i guess i can learn faster to just look
lucidity in their feet as the cops roll bye quietly
looking at the river grounds
“shut up shut up shut up!” the mantra of the
prophetic invisibles fighting to stay in the
black hole
by the river Frog-town groans and the little fire fluffs
spark here and there like in Gustav’s serpents
but Chavez’ Ravine bullies the twilight with a salute to
the liberation on the fourth
and we are all out of innings
Colega poeta! This one is far too cryptic for me, could you explain it for me?
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My pleasure. This piece is about watching a fourth of July show at Dodger stadium which is directly above a stretch of the LA River. At the base at that time was an encampment of homeless hippies and when the police would drive by they’d scatter to hide in the bushes or water tunnels. Mostly women though. They would flicker their lighters on to light their cigarettes or warm themselves up. The memory of the flickers have always reminded me about Klimts work. Frog town is just a nick name for Atwater Village and Chavez Ravine is where Dodger Stadium sits 😥 lol
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