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Rich Furman
Los Angeles is a gnat on a walrus
In the subways
you can buy god,
or a plastic bus pass holder,
for roughly the same price,
and cheaper than that of your ticket.
You can acquire dreams each day
for next to and of nothing,
on street corners where rotting dog assassins
hunt down your next of kin.
Cardboard mansions shellacked
in silicone black speedways
mildew and cellular phones.
Close your eyes,
wars flash,
towers of sand and human jungle deaths:
But human always, remember.
Iraq's burn makes Armageddon
a lemonade sale.
Watts smoldering rainbow death
projections across smoky skies
brown hill and mini-malls
May 5, 1991
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