The Price of Water in Los Angeles
Sunset and Highland in broad daylight. Its a tricky place. Exhaust
His name is Richard. Sometimes he sleeps w/ a woman named Ellen.
He remembers things differently from Ellen
He avoids the eyes of strangers.
His mother had one good eye.
She longed for depth perception above all else
When he reached the age of consent
They still laugh about it.
She didnt work and he would go with her downtown,
She wont leave him alone with words.
Words alone offer no solace: Only movie trailers, a quickie divorce
When she reminds him that the diminutive of his name
His mother had a butterfly tattoo on her butt.
He knew then that faith was a bad mix with desire.
His chrysalis, his own blood metamorphosed into a butterfly.
In a perfect world Richard is a reporter
Its not without pastoral elements:
Round the bend on the 405 just past Reseda
Gogols Petersburg or Eliots London
Los Angeles haiku:
Single-minded sports cars
Its hard to get your bearings when the quickest way to the Far East
The cemetery behind the Avco Theatre on Wilshire. Its a preachers place
What he loves most about L.A. is
Ideasthat dont fit on 3 minutes of videohave no place.
Hence the problem of credit.