
waking spirit
















i
love
my
womanliness
beautiful
ferocity
in
my
words
walls beige and rainbow
thoughts amulets news casts
codes hushed by traffic
sometimes theres eyes awake
forever saluting the sun
prayers in LA dialect
if you know signs
if you dont why
music pain laughter light
mayhem fun petty crimes
stop sometime look above
release the delusional wish



there’s no silver lining in this urban city sky but we do have loopholes in the contract of our life where we feel the happiness

it starts in a flash
we never notice here because
its expected that we agree
to live like this without
complaint and a dosed smile
to be docile and meek
sometimes with fanfare great they
come inspect frown tear up
leave talk into microphones their
grief that its come to
this and then get rushed
to mansions before dinner time

Sunday January city center we drink coffee and eat i wander through the paths lined with counters and men with steam tables full of tacos and paper hats from another puritanical time when under your floors we got away with naughty things and Tommy gun rounds i smell the 40s in the maize pastrami sushi air while twinkling organic trinkets catch their shines in the corner of my eyes as they move to the ceiling fans keeping my ghosts a few inches above the ground old and new we merge in agreement and dissolve in short spurts of peace