Written and Rewritten

UPCOMING SHOWS!!

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WACSMASH in Glorya Kaufman Hall at UCLA Thursday April 17th-Saturday April 19th 8:00 pm, Sunday April 20th 2:00 pm FREE

www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=15224765086

"Explosion" at Highways Performance Space - Friday May 16th "Performance poets present their own mini-show and vie to present a full-length show in next year's fest. 8:30 pm 5$"

www.highwaysperformance.org/

We Are Ridiculous

2008-04-10T21:35:00.000-07:00

we are ridiculous

in freezing darkness her car pulls into a spot off the road

across the street from houses with lights on

we are alone.

we left her warm house to come here.

pull out a sleeping bag and walk along the cold sand in the middle of december.

it is freezing, we are ridiculous.

we make it to the beach and hurry out the sleeping bag,

cram into it, holding each other close for warmth.

i dream us miles from Marin.

watching constellations and listening to waves hit our beach

we huddle close on the freezing sand,

kiss like we are holding onto each other for warmth with our lips

I pretend the beach is ours. that we are alone on this beach because

it is ours,

not because it is freezing and dark out.

People Here Don't Jaywalk

2008-04-10T21:31:00.001-07:00

People here don’t jaywalk.

With no cars around, they’ll aimlessly wait for the light to turn.

I come to the crosswalk and realize

How far I’ve moved away from home as the

Boy about my age on the other side doesn’t move.

I look at him and cross the street, and as am I’m about ¾ of the way he

Takes his first step off the curb into juvenile delinquency.

This is a town of followers.

People here are like unhired actors, waiting for cues, begging for a script a line anything.

Someone to be, somewhere to go,

I’m a little wary of what I’m learning here.

Sometimes I catch myself waiting no cars around at the curb for the light to turn until someone

else starts walking.

Deep Wounds

2008-04-10T21:29:00.000-07:00

I always wondered how animals recover from deep wounds

No hospitals in the forest

How do they lick their wounds and live?

There comes a moment to live or die

stand or fall.

This Fall right now

I imagine a fox somewhere torn twisted

bleeding on pine needles.

Surivival is continuous work.

But limbs don’t ache forever.

How do they stop?

Somehow they scar,

Old animals have these limbs that work somehow.

I stare into the mirror

At the freak of this wound

And I wonder how animals recover from deep wounds.

blue 1, blue 2

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i sit under the full blue sky

looking at the ocean and wonder,

if the ocean was blue enough,

and so was the sky

and you were out in the middle of them.

could you even tell the difference?

or would you just be surrounded by blue.

the hardest puzzle in the world is called deep blue.

thousands of jumbled jigsaw puzzle pieces all the same shade of deep blue.

it is the simplest image and the hardest to put together.