from the archives

if I had been walking

just a foot to the left

I would have stepped 

right smack dab

into the squishiest pigeon

ever to make its grave

right on SUNSET BLVD. 

. . .

how am I so lucky?

what moved me?

what divine intervention 

do you call upon 

to avoid ruining

your favorite shoes

in a puddle 

of aviary soup?

. . .

maybe

it was the aggressive opera music

blaring from that one

7-eleven 

it forced me to avert my ears

by tactfully taking

a risky step closer

left

to the busy street 

definitely worth it

. . .

I cant stand that 7-eleven

I really don’t care

to sample the finest of faure

While I hunt 

for sprees and diet pepsi

and stare at 

the lotto dispenser

ill fantasize about but never use

. . .

well maybe the music is fitting

in those moments

it absurdly scores that slice of life

(warts are beauty marks to a beatnik)

. . .

I didn’t take a selfie today

so instead 

I leave you this

as proof 

of how much I really loved it here

In this city 

In this body

right here

right now

whatever exists 

that I can avoid

and that I can’t