i know / i know / a penny for my
oh / if only a penny could cover the
rage / the absolute pay ment of
mind over / well / it doesn't really matter
why jenn cant
write / / her mind / gone
so many words
images
below the giant scientology sign on
w. hollywood blvd / a man with no
legs polish es the stars / with a tooth brush
& a can of brillo / / down the street
gus / the baristo @ the karma cafe tells me
he's home less / says he looks after the stars
when they can't / some thing like that
on sun set strip / a man crawls on his belly
to ward me / arm up / classic / beggar pose
i think / perhaps / practiced / i walk a round him
give him / the look / that look / get off the ground
stop act ing like a beggar / in 10 more steps / i'm
off the street / in to the rich es /
i walk / fantastical lee long city blocks /
look ing for any thing & no thing / /
in holly wood / men eat out of trash cans / & talk
to ghosts / / / they can't see me / i don't answer
lost in their shadows / talk ing to my self
i hand out cigarettes / & watch aim less
drift past / /
/
5 comments:
Very image. You wonder why people don't have fissures branching off across their skin, and then you wonder what would go inside, and especially what would come out.
strange stuff, Gin
Intersting blog and good poetry
I f'n love this: nice word play on the stars (and the stars) and how they both get taken care by someone they may percieve as meaning//less or something like that.
"below the giant scientology sign on
w. hollywood blvd / a man with no
legs polish es the stars / with a tooth brush
& a can of brillo / / down the street
gus / the baristo @ the karma cafe tells me
he's home less / says he looks after the stars
when they can't / some thing like that"
hey jenn. nice write, lost for words, heh?
let's talk sometime.
~ James
i especially like the first part of this. hey! you disappeared off devil central. what up wit dat yo?
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