It
depends but I’m sure I’d rather be rich than famous
unless
famous for something amazing
I
just want to buy a bag that has on it a blue shoe with cleats
and
yellow airplane wings
I
want to take off
instead
of double parking lights blinking
outside
of a pink house
across
from Griffith park
picking
up a teen who is nice
to
drop off at school
we
wake up as the sun rises
so
she can grow, change
and
I can have enough change
in
LA they will pay
and
not pay
you
to do all kinds of things
something
about working so hard but not even trying
‘where
is my mind’
the
bookkeeper’s almonds
burnt
frizzy ponytail
and
teardrop earrings
I
like her and the way
she
comes and goes
a bimonthly girl
I’m
sitting in this artist’s studio
and
I know she could use me
but
she’s losing me
nothing but clouds and valleys in the arroyo seco
and
I’m tired
liking
people isn’t enough
never
is
and
free sandwiches don’t pay the rent
I have plenty to talk about here,
not
liking work,
loving
these new ‘throwback’ California license plates
making
hot chocolate
‘which
one should we have??’
then there’s war and there’s nothing to say
get
a tattoo
I guess
what else are you going to do
fight?
I feel like my tattoo
a little tight and
the same every morning since Friday
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