Worrisome Nannerburgers

I’ve avoided the pitfalls
of the obelisk of LA
so far.
Hanging instead like
Adam. Aloof near gardens grown in the pyramid’s
thrown shadow. There is game here
fat as the early earth. Easy to track and lowhanging.

Bite in, feeder, there’s ground meat and past-time vegetables
in your order. Grey stitch of the city’s
center and borderfruit.

Believable Cowboy Costume

“You’re short again.”

She prodded an avalanche, sticky, of fives
and ones over the We ID
laminate. A smell like burned
hamburgers
haloed her face and neck and Bad Brains
was playing and it was gasping summer. He wouldn’t
pick up the pile or look up.
But rocked back
knobby heeled and smiled a little. Glint-dust
crazy grains spilled
out along a tired chin when he spoke.

“Always a little.”

He said. Knew it was true
and didn’t stammer, “love to hear me say.”
She heard. Stumbled.