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Radio Hour

The farmers win in the radio over Mohdi—their black flags catch the TV glint. I flip through my mom’s book: California Rock California Sound: perfect blonde waves of Joni hair or Jackson Browne on Big Sur bluffs grinning high and … Continue reading

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Video Game

enter the poem reader through pixel light and pixel day cube-angled cowed to the future fetish walls close in because you are in the game reader the purple hole awaits its obsidian crown you wander the green path toward the … Continue reading

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Where is Waldo

strikes a match on his own skin to light the Daily News bunched under driftwood to glow green blown Waldo’s windblown hair smells of waves he nightdreams crowds more sublime than any mountain Waldo in the crowd like a shark … Continue reading

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Nü L.A.

Renzo says this town isn’t even rocking anymore man pulls black cap to brow measures guitar against light he ducks the awning to noodle away the afternoon in our garage just scale after scale I’ll see you after the boys … Continue reading

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Moon Ball

Atop the tower that scrapes the moon’s glow, I challenge my pops to a lil’ one-on-one like it’s all finally Twitch. Our skycourt blocks the crow-paths and gull feathers stick in our teeth. A gnat in my eye is why … Continue reading

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