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a deep silver road lost
and trembling
under the half-asleep rain
mercurial drops running through
numb love notes written in the backseats of used up korean cars
fake leather
fake cigarettes
never ending rivers
to the santa ana boulevard
shut up and count the shooting stars
a sticky summer goodbye
in jane mansfield’s barbwire eyelids
letters too close to each other in a white envelope
forgotten sender
a deadly curve over the pacific
red headlights
as ink stains in the horizon
a frozen moon in the windshield
sad mosquitoes looking for a mate
in the crispy chicken meat noon
indulging in my veins
and i can tell you've started smoking my brand
a red dress at the driver’s seat
falling like a rose petal in a dirty pond
mrs. dietrichson you are as beautiful as a dagger
inside these waters of la joya
beiderbecke’s blues all around my head
and a barbados skin
a woman in it
should i say a ghost
that comes and goes as it pleases
smoke coming in and out of the engines of the night
from deep beneath the fire and the lust
***
it’s too hot
jelly roll
and the trip is too short
my arm is half outside
come in
hurry up
he only comes up on the weekends
a small waitress with beautiful black eyes
and short dark hair
smiles
and the sun is setting gently at venice
through a dark mirrored window
and a brooklyn girl in my arm
genetically modified green grass that smells like plastic
and hurts
and makes your neck itch
inside the velvet room
where a body
another body
sweats and breathes
and pushes her nails all the way
in your vanity skin
some dogs bark on the outside
and a body falls down the montecito heights
such a nice island
people getting pregnant
at la brea
and the dream of a morning
with long gum-like palms
flying up in the air like
reflections of flying giacometti figures
the dense wind between the finger leaves
at the santa monica pier
a marlene dietrich song in a small can of tuna
reverberating a mellow train
lost feathers of a pink boa
tom waits in the laundromat
talking to a fish
fortune tellers
small bugs sleeping gently in their forgetting machines
and i know you are nice
and you love me
but your words sound like
broken watches
and roller coaster reveries
in a dive bar with oxes and armadillos
and aluminum spoons
***
the shivering halo
melting under a black blahnik high heel
a
daughter
you have never seen
walking through the corn fields
bits of dust
descending from the santa monica freeway
a painted wall with a blue tide
and a dirty mouth
a motion less swimming pool
lynch’s white hair in a black cadillac limousine
***
elvis
judas priest’s roll of tens
cul-de-sac
the cohen brothers playing darts
thinking about robbing banks
dressed up as emmanuelle seigner
and edward g robinson
scissors,
crystal meth corridors
enlighten by the breath of the delicate orchids
in which you can just give up and die
hot tattoo parlors inhabited by the likes
of hunter, parrots and goose-like rappers
cold grapes in the fridge
seed-less
juicy
in the top of cocaine fueled lips
i'm fine, let's ride
these chimera thighs
they are so inviting
white dots shirts
a very expensive hotel room at the chateau marmont
nothing but a golden lamp
in an abandoned insurance company
and some silk dresses hanging from the ceiling
a phantom kiss in the inside of the wrist
in the envisage sunset strip loneliness
a maze morning the color of a chivas regal bottle
when it breaks
a stomach ache that contorts your face
while you buy sugar
a sun burn
a slow burn
a beach bum
two sizes too small
for that huge quantity of acid
while “the water runs down his chin and drips”
a melancholy bash
***
i prefer getting lost in the alleys
shirtless
a white cat shaped like an ice cream
voices from the desert
and a middle aged woman
looking for a ride to bunker hill
thinking about
a gin-fuzz
a beer
and a tequila shot
under Django’s sounds
movie characters in disguise as actors
ant farms
fat guns
whip the heat of the power grid
broken sunglasses
a perfect hangover
scratched by porcelain nails
over the perfectly made 10 square feet bed
and old friend
vanishing in the foam
of the last wave
and
yes
“i can still remember the smell of honeysuckle rose all along that block”
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