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My attention is a bowl,
Every distraction a freshly
Washed grape jumping frenzied—
Slippery in its will to explore—
Bouncing off any surface.
As when a man on Wilshire Boulevard
Unburdened his head of a Dodgers cap—
Hair oils and sweat tie-dyed
Its discolored blue—
Frisbeeing it on the grassy verge
Delineating the realm of the walking and driving,
And I worried less about whether or not
He would jerk his cock out in time
To burst on the agave leaves,
And more about the sharp
Of its needles perforating
His uncircumcised flesh, blood-gush
As teeth through grape-skin.
It came out as the rain
That falls whenever it wants to
Not went it’s most needed;
People in cars swerved, unnerved.
In my 33 and a third years
Of living in LA,
I never bothered
To spend money on rain boots.
I overheard another man
Tell his blonde girlfriend:
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