Tag Archives: Los Angeles

Chicken Man

3 or 4 nights a week In the spotlight of Clarissa Ave at Dracena Drive An eerie shadow from a block away Staring up & across the street Eating chicken from a box A young man As industrious as his … Continue reading

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People at the Bar

He wanted to have the feeling again. Darn it, he sighed, always looking back, he thought to himself. Inside a warm place with tinsel around his neck. Christmas time. That was the goal. He could remember the scent and feel … Continue reading

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Lifer

In this hotel They have a monthly rate. Wonder what his story is? Well, I know part of it, The last ten years, at least. Kinda like me, I guess, In a sense, walking around. Those shorts, shoes, Sweat pants … Continue reading

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