Saturday, June 23, 2018

Early Fireworks



spied over
illicit rooftop visit
shining for miles
blasting holy glitter
on cloudy night
and muddy waters

glowing from the bridges
and the old towers
these mercantile dreams
made real with gunpowder
centuries still

Let this magic
never fade
from our red-blooded veins;
let us always retain
this rough-trade explosive crazy
that somehow,
against all odds
keeps us free.



Saturday, June 16, 2018

Americans Setting Fires



our blazes now
signal only faded glory
facades of parchment
paper over
our revolution story

the few of us remaining
that have a faith to keep
grip our pistols tight
and set ablaze
this sickly barn of sheep

Friday, June 1, 2018

Los Angeles at Night



the palm trees
stand sentry
and whisper
bloody secrets
in their own language,
dark tongues
swishing sultry gibberish
with their shadows

starry-eyed young
infuse our air
with chiming dreams
thick in the lurid haze

we make our way to cars,
to move forward, onward,
riled by the possibility
of night
and the searing heat
of tomorrow