light fresh and vibrant
through my lungs it goes freely
restoring my life
Gratitude
prodigal tanka
*to Rob
nature in your soul
the light in your heart brightens
frozen in the wind
in low valleys of my world
your blue starlight captures me
morning walk service haiku
momma
bird
nests
atop
the
street
sign
she
tweets
to
me
smile
life
goes
on
faces looking up
precious shards of angel tears
above the Staples Center skyline
a helicopter or two
green heavy military
did you see the angels’ lace
made of colors not yet named
on the ground concrete pillows
bricks pipes crossing lines
multiplying multitudes
faces looking up
to wonder
how the rainbow got it’s high
its virtue and its glow
xray visions time flows through
yet we don’t know
we are the spectrum of it all
north beach
i dreaming on the couch
will meet you at Jack’s alley
doo wop were the days
when you let the voices out of their cage a movement of freedom
within the confines of infinite youth
all are welcome and there you go
climbing up the stair to heaven
on steps of words one atop another
city light bay we the beat and stray
hipster pharaoh usher to the generation drunk in experimental experience at night morning sober in stark madness
busses flowers LSD plus the three
i’ll wait in tenderloin scribbling
hieroglyphs on chewing gum wrappers catching whispers in the wind with flowers in my hair
paper cuts betwixt the webs of my hands
snap the jazz between the streets
my shoe untied my notebook knowing
that smile i do when missing you
RIP Lawrence Ferlinghetti
simple
one drop of time is
all i need to tell you that
i love you deeply
focus my nation


if i never get the chance
you might never know
that the brilliance of your words
sets my essence free


pilgrimage
silence
wet grass
white skies north
sun
hides behind
giggling watches me
scratching
my bean
looking at flowers
signs
blink silently
breakfast served here
air
breathing again
stops to chat
birds
sing replies
air and birds
me
crosswalk speaks
time to change
look
the wealth
staring at me
life
another day
granted to me
thanks, Toots
dear Reina Señora de Los Ángeles
thank you for the myriad places
that sprang forth from your womb
beautiful whore open to all
from east north west south
thank you for your alleys overgrown with trash
and dirty smoky bars that only take cold cash
thank you for the pruned faced
multinational hookers
who tuck until they’re blue
and thanks for Hillel’s guitar
and X and punk rock hungry bands
i love to look at my reflection
in the puddles of the damned
and thank you for letting me slip away
from La Chata and La Sad Girl at Lil Chuy’s wake
thank you for the tacos sushi and McRib
colonics pilates and knock off designer shoes
and the beggar at every freeway exit
who cleans my windshields with his shame
thank you for the Salvadoran Iranian and Korean
who managed to call the fire men
to save the homeless Viet Nam veteran
while the GOP and DNC
squabble over shit
my Queen misguided angels by your feet
thank you for my complexity
for surviving my last fix
i appreciate you looking over me
thank you for the high end malls
fake nails lip fillers fat cell freezers
and my beloved 99 cent stores
the beaches and the valleys
the mountains and the roads
and for all the hardened gutters
you softened for me to sleep in
the soul we are your people
good bad papered or unwrapped
we are all your seeking children
but i’m your only brat