by oswald james
LaPaz is Truth! the queen and king three floors down
shaving their beards. Weird. Dont Dont forget. Farmers
Market in downtown LA. the ghastly gaze of sunken
cheeks and dark eyes of an old woman coming alive,
alone in a parking lot; old dress. And she howls. I
left my friends chanting on the roof in long beach.
the snow fell on the general against the wall, too
intense to fix a glance upon. do people bury
themselves in the snow. It’s pulverizing me into the
alley. that Bull just brought a blizzard across the
huge valley of the west. just sleep out here indian
style and in the morning you’ll be a snow buddha. and
the animals just try to survive. the deputy told me
they’re gonna clone jesus; all those southern demons.
is there a reality somewhere hiding in a chrome cobweb
out there. forget it, it’s midnight time to shoot the
one and only shot, all the life left in the world all
the ghosts of existence shot like a cannon out the
peephole, for a quarter get your rocks off for the
next quarter century, at least. Let it go.