I Heart L.A

I heart L.A.

I've got what letters one would need to spell winter

Safe in the belly of a white paper pinch

I hurried folding

This is exactly the sort of mood I cannot watch movies in

Boys' nerves all yelling "arm" into the blood-brain barrier

Ganging up on now inside the big bone holding up my face

My father was born in the '40s

They had just finished erecting the Oakland apartment I now live in

Since then two single mothers

And the man who cut his face

Have lived there

Day, after day, after day, after day

After day, after day, after day, after day, after

Day, after day, after day, after day

After day, after day

This is the day after desperate

My room is filled with day and night

And night and day

Since then my father has gone twice and left a message

The electricity is on

These are the least of my worries

The moles on my penis remind me of skulls

And all the doctors who would quickly cut them off and eat them

As they take down art in hotel hallways

Probably to the tune of plain old heart

Failure on a rollway

They hurt in the dull, at the hinge of both eyes

The no place of an ache, when you push and pull when trying to fall asleep

Soon things kick in severely at the nape of my patience

As the worm inside my spine contracts

I see me pouring cum out of the corner of a dug up shoebox

Across the hope lump of an old pet, onto a large bundle of grain

I think what's wrong with the world

Has to do with those who fell in love with New York, or Los Angeles

Or Paris and Jerusalem, and me, of course

Flagged in modern sneakers and the perfume of my morgue meat adore

If I could only travel back in time and kick my mother in the face

After a permanent

And feel better or worse

In the necessary softening of all my bones

There is more to life than manicured vaginas and saline solution

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

The no place of an ache

Dangles body

All around it

I've got no new spelling of the word winter

For the other me on the other end of this airplane