Dead City Revisited

We circled the dying city at night. The monolithic buildings hung under the empty sky with such a sorrow it broke my heart. The clock tower told the wrong time, yet it still ticked away keeping track of a day and a moment that was not ours. As we entered a seldom visited building I couldn't help but feel sorry for us all. The vacant buildings mirror the vacant lives of the Inland Savages. We came across a man sleeping on a ledge underneath a doorway. This dormant person was a massive giant, his body spread across the ledge like a fallen oak. We rode through the empty parking lot on our boards, in the distance we could hear the faint cry of music. There was no running of engines, or screaming people, or honking horns, but there were the soft notes of a siren song. We raced to find the music and claim it as our own. As we came down the hill the music grew louder. We came up to a tall light post in the middle of the barren parking lot. Through the loud speaker a melody was playing. We were the only two souls who experience this song. The sun was long since down and no would shoppers come to this lost market. We listened to the song play and stared up into the starless night. "This town is dead," I thought to myself. A thought that still resonates, even now.

like the queen of sheba

she was standing ever so gracefully on the corner of lynwood and del rosa. watching the traffic drive by like it was her throne room. she couldn't have been past the tender age of eighteen, but she carried herself like a woman, she popped out her hip and took slow drags. she let the smoke of her cigarette drift from her lips like a freshly shot pistol. she wore a light purple hairstyle, done up in braids and pulled back. that do stood out like a tulip in the gray cityscape that engulfed us. there was something in her eyes, power and pain, shining out of those black beads. as i drove by i tried to see what was hidden behind that mournful face. the clouds hung above that purple head and the traffic slowed to a molasses drip. she gave me a gaze that i couldn't decipher, it looked part boredom and part summoning. what are you doing to this world homegirl?

in lament terms

i saw a fucking astro van engulfed in flames on the side of the freeway yesterday. it was truly a sight to behold.