a pattern in static

from last semester.

These buildings make me nervous by  Caesar Gonzalez.

This is a fuck you LA for

Laughing when I came too quickly

both my feet unstick from the adhesive of piss, pop and bubble                                             

gum that coat the cement. Two men fight for prime spots under

the shit-shielding awning of a jewelry shop. I’ve been fighting for

these sidewalks.

And your stories are written in black gum and broken bottles but I’ve read them all.

I am not a clown LA, but

have been your fool since birth.