corner of Venice & Lincoln
& the out-of-work hairdresser
w/the Jack of Hearts hidden in her kimono sleeve
raking the church parking lot w/eyes like stolen flashlights
begging to be seen & forgotten
Music piped in from Arcturus pre-recorded for broadcast
at a predetermined time no matter how the light bends
A single word read sideways
yr ticket to "Da Poemz"
& the next thing you know you're walking tiptoe
thru the ruins of Western Civilization
with headphones on
