Chronicles
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Hatred of the Various Grays
I am grunting along the 60, returning
from Calvary Mortuary in East LA
where I walked into the wrong
services. My good friend’s mom
suddenly gone and me wandering halls
looking for the moon: Luna, …
I am holding a dying dog
because no one else will. His eyes
are white and cracked like the moon,
little crescents. And when I set
him down, he runs, not knowing
where he’s going. …
Seaside
Last night I read Lorca in the bathtub
Three candles and an incense lit
My cigarette blending with steam and bubbles
Lavender and Epsom sinking to the bottom
The eucalyptus …
French Roast, La Silencia Resistencia in California
My cup of coffee has gone
stale in the late afternoon and it hits
me as the cloudy stuffiness of suburbia creeps
through the kitchen screen door:
assault is …
From Claire de Lune
Part One
1.
I am your moon.
You are my light.
2.
Little moon girl, sitting in the pool
O ball, in and out of the water
O kindness, o gentleness
crow, no raven, sitting …