Saturday morning, before 10 o’clock.
Apple fritter and coke, thankful no insulin shock.
Every Lexus stuffed with the next millionaire Lincoln, Honda, Nissan, Miata, Caviler.
One-thirty-four, One-oh-one, and Four-oh-five
Past the “Scubs”pital, Namies, and Sunkist we drive.
With Max on a pillow, asleep in my lap,
Mytouch navigation app: Google Map
Hartland, Archwood, Gaviota, Gault, and Cohasset
The listing: double sink master, stainless kitchen and walk-in closet
Tarzana to NoHo we readied each other’s minds.
“learn[ing]” like Tara, “to love the rind.”
Weeds three-feet-high, iron gates three-feet higher.
Cemented front yards, tagged billboards, and swelling bladders
Van Nuys, California “America’s Suburb,” Marilyn’s old stomping ground
Crammed with bulging dumpsters, and cars broken down
The North Hollywood Shoot Out happened right there!
Phenobarbital and body armor under their knitwear.
All of a sudden, my Liberal blindfold flew-off.
Fredd and I both started a sentence with a cough.
This place is all wrong and I don’t mean the house
It’s the yards and the spray paint and probably the louse
We’ll go back to our desk and re-define that bookmark.
Chatsworth, Reseda, Tarzana, Lake Balboa, Canoga Park
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