Sunday, November 20, 2011

Something Different

The smell of brine and sea spray
The hum of a cricket or car
LA on fire
The sultry heat of what should be summer
But is not
An orange fireball of a moon
So much information, my head
Is about to explode
Marvin Gaye singing "Mercy Me"
Al Gore and the Nobel Peace Prize
Did the environment do this to my son
Or did I?
If I knew then, what I know now
A mantra that does me no good
I have no choice
But to change
And to take the chance
A mother approached Condoleezza Rice
With blood on her hands
They arrested her
Which I didn't understand
To lose her son
Just pick the war
This is a time of change she said
I agreed
I could feel it in the air we breathe
I could feel it in the way
You looked at me like
I was someone different

Guernica by Pablo Picasso

City of Angels

City of Angels

I bend with the sway of New Year's Eve
Seated by the heat
A summer in LA isn't easy
Migrant workers chase the Sunset Strip
The freeways
Stocked like grocery store isles with
High class SUVs
Lemon, orange and lime trees fall heavy
Fruit pushing forth like cataclysmic babies
Into the greasy palms of my hand
I worked this neighborhood out sweating
To find another with pointed steeples
Gothic arches overgrown with ivy
The succulent is a plant that replenishes
From within
A seed of life
The lore of an enabled tragedy
On top of which grows a dense bougainvillea
All is destroyed and reborn again
In the city of Angels