Things don't disappear

Things don't disappear, people do.
Carbon animation, blood, eyes, hair
Air becoming co2
Through and through you

Life is an Indian gift
And god an Indian giver
Like a dollar bill attached
To string, strung along

Things get dusty, decay
But don't people do more
Like water on ice
Destroy, rebuild, destroy

There is no question who
Will live longer, this typed
Document or its author.
Pain is the shadow where

God is the sun.

Stay The Night

Sulking in the sofa
With whisky won't
Make this moment
Much better, not

While he's gone getting
Ready and you, with your
Second date shoes and
Your half drunk breath

Your regret that waits
Like a rain cloud grey
Enough to keep the
Next few days for storm

Where bitter drinks
And little pills liter
The hazy morning
Memory; slip away girl,

Slip away.

A Book Signing

While we were
Together and I looked
Up at you from a card
Table covered in cloth

And I smiled and made
Eye contact, and handed you
Back my book, your book
Your new my book,

Know that I was thinking
About your story, about
Who you are from the
26 seconds we spoke

And why your shoes
Or your smile or the
Cilantro in your teeth
Show me everything

But really nothing at once.
Now, that you are home
In your PJs or gown go
Take a look at what I saw.

diner LAX

Around 1 in the afternoon
Garlic
A metal bucket filled
With ice, tipped into
The trough under the cola

The manager looks
Up at me, nametag
Monica
A mona lisa smile
Knowing

What's really in
The corn soup
The soup of the day
The daily grill
A skylight above the bar

No clouds
Just metals and
Glass above the polished
Cherry wood bar, thousands
Of soups and smiles served

A man with a badge
And a large machine gun
Strolles past with his ego
Of a leash. The gun covers
His penis. I slurp soup

My iowa corn soup
My water with lemon
The 8 dollar warm
Beer that never made it
To the table. Just the hand.

freeway 10

Downtowm los angeles isn't
Really downtown los angeles

A beacon or lighthouse of
Us bank, the library beneath

No, not a city, but a cattle
Called jenga stack superglued

Down to save us from
Earthquakes and aliens

Godzilla, with the haze of
Afternoon in my rearview

Its plain as the nose on
Your face, this is not a city

No not at all.

Crossing Fortune Lake

The King of magic
Near the New York post
Hollywood doubles
Baby incubator
All to find at the World's Fair

Time-space
A clown with children
The Enchanted Forest
Glass Blowers of the World
Little Miracle Town

No sound
Color laughter
The houses occupied by
The midgets
The World's still fair

At the World's Fair.