Corruption

one night at Lou’s gig

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Lou remember me from the nose bleeds at the Greek
among the stars and trees you sang about magic loss and happenstance
we were together in LA
no one thought about the irony of your songs or the tragedy in the sparks of people keeping people down forever the sigils of history warn
that night when the heirs raised their fisted hands for some questionable victims
the silver spoon afternoon faculty culture bunch joined the fun to line their vote pouch
the loss streamed with hemorrhaging velocity happenstance remained the same
under controlled televised well made up coiffed dos they watched her burn five days the news ministers said
yet we were all born simmering
Lou i left the forest and i left you
to feel the burn wicked with the same  fire of Pharaoh and Baba-ato
the Tlatoani and Xia and Shang
but in modern America Lou we both agree we prefer to do it Roman style

Diego the flowers

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Diego the flowers
that you painted on the backs
of golden skinned girls
farmed in mass inside buckets
now sold by broken old men

Diego the flowers
bloom no longer green and grain
just soak in buckets
on sides of freeway exits
food colored twisted blossoms

Diego the flowers
indigenous majesty
from a time before
the conquest of Silicon
with barcodes on their petals

valium crash the news looks bad the ship has lost its hull

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there are walnut trees on Pluto i think
crystal diamond blue
horizon upside down
center dividers stars in bloom
Ernest H waves from a black velvet bull nebula
shooting at gazelles in heat
downtown city hall fenced off from vagrant free radicals steady to explore
news of the day inner tubes
floating up the ice tundra
teeny tiny core
liquor stores
barbershop
bank building
bikini lounge
margaritas screaming opera loud
golden arches
chicken all militarized
taco toll
franchise whores
open for business
Pluto has one cherry tree
at dawn we read thee Book
thee Morning Star’s dead light
we shouldn’t tell those lies
could the gropers mashers and fiends
grandpa killers darlings of infallible machines (wink wink)
dare to go where print castrates them
Pluto tired just like us
rotates on her side
ferns and fossil bones fuel
glistening surface ice
Charon chases Papa like a Marx brother
down a Cuban blvd
Che comandante semper fi
make a left on Broadway
Pluto grows tomatoes
shipped to Mars
on backs of rain forest mamas

gourmet two point oh

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collaboration with Rob Banks y’all

car titty and payday organs i thought i heard myself think under the bridge with the tents mushroomed through it dry cheap malt liquor atomizer scent the Nordstroms lobby of the poor crosswalk to the weed supplier across the street the line begins on 18th opposite the Toyota parts dealer scooter boys and eyelash girls the latest in street fashion Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle dolls Scooby Doo blankets fixed on car windows for privacy from the bleeding hearts and muskers with their guns ready for the crop shadows greased upon the pavement from the Great Depression and the miscellaneous gruel penny coffee who knew multibillion dollar hook to look good and begging cups with a winking siren who can’t scream at the scandal of it all starvation degradation insinuation of a world gone sane cardboard living is very thrilling for those who afford expensive drywall hung by the nephews of Cuauhtemoc before the Spaniards took the gold that now sits in microwaves next to Nancy’s expensive chest filled with 38 exuberant flavors

another holiday

/ mbrazfieldm / 13 Comments

esteemed universe it’s me in America 20/20 it’s Thanksgiving Day i always wondered as a child why we need it one special day to give thanks when living in LA if you made it from your car to your front door without a mugging without a yoga advert with your self-esteem intact without the religious right up your ass without the politically correct police and no peace that was a time to be grateful esteemed Universe it’s me we’re in a pandemic 2020 i dream of Budapest but there’s no reason for me to i’ve never been i think about Vietnam and how my tax dollars are still paying for it but i am grateful i’m grateful for Tom i’m grateful for legs i’m grateful for old Mrs. Johnson who served for 9 years sewing on legs and pushing hearts back into their chest esteemed Universe it’s me from America we just had an election i’m grateful that in my long long time here on Earth i have not fallen victim to the illusion of democracy we have a presidency we just need a meat puppet every 4 years dictatorship cocktail anyone esteemed Universe this is me from Los Angeles California insignificant everyday person a little shy big mouth some brains left today on Thanksgiving i will walk through the streets i grew up in i have a lot of walking to do i look forward to the Twilight Zone marathon every year around this time but no such luck cable company wants me to watch horror flicks which in hindsight is pretty pertinent esteemed Universe this is me 20 20 i’m quietly politely gracefully ranting and ripping my brains out in a corner of this world joined but everybody else in America esteemed universe thank you for Pulp Fiction and Samuel L Jackson thank you for Allen Ginsberg and Billie Holiday thank you for the Blues thank you for the USA thank you for allowing me to be a rebel thank you for allowing me to question when it is not safe or fashionable to do so esteemed Universe i really dig the fact that i don’t buy the bullshit of the left or of the right they don’t know do they esteemed universe by the way i’m really really grateful for that elderly woman from Mexico who has nine grandchildren and pushes her shopping cart of steamed corn at 10 at night honking her bicycle horn feeding and nurturing kids in the neighborhood who are hungry after video games in exchange for $2 so that she can feed her own i’m grateful for her smile and her grace i’m grateful for her wisdom i’m grateful for everything about her which encompasses human decency thank you universe for allowing me to be who i am i don’t know how much time i have as America the great crumbles