Offcourse, a very special literary journal, has released its 100th issue (#60). I very much recommend it. Below is a poem of mine from issue 59. The title is “Closer” (as in ‘to close’ a deal). It is one of my latest meditations on Los Angeles.
sunset baked the folk, millions of them,
all flavored different the same.
AC’s whirred on volt-bound coal,
while the swelter of lets and sublets
owned the decibel extremes,
but in a corner of the emulsified sky
a pair of hawks tread.
after they funneled off,
flies in the amphitheaters of kitchens had to do,
or disaporic house spiders,
steadfast in lank mezzanines.
(no one counted
the machinelike ants
migrated from scalded dirt
to cool cornucopic parlors.)
crows whittled the sun away,
such tired and cranky switch-wing punks.
Fibonacci throngs of them, congealing,
superimposed a whirlpool
over the effluence
of this brake-light time.
the city wasn’t
supposed to be about swerving birds,
or even the trudging phlegm of cars.
faces hung inside
like fruity cyborgs:
orange, grim, and cherry splashes
across the herded glass
of spectral visors.