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Jordan Hudson Oct 2019
Up in the hills drive them curves
Park that coupe and drift them turns
Open the garage, seeing a mirage
No it is real, that car mine
I can feel, over time
Is this even real
From where did I steal
Cruise down Rodeo
The crew gonna bail
Cops behind our exhaust so loud
Stop us now you stuck in the crowd
We burnout free circling around
They gonna see us burning this town
Streets with marks, shredding tires
Meets with cars, bedtime I'm tired
Getting too late, back to the house
Going that way, exhaust so loud
Park that ride, lets shut down
We out
Up in the hills drive them curves
Park that coupe and drift them turns
Open the garage, seeing a mirage
No it is real, that car mine
We drifting around
We shifting down
We make that sound
I'm dreaming now
Stance so low
Hands on lets go
Drift that ride, take that turn and slide
Leave them behind, goodbye
renée Jun 2019
I’m capable of disaster—
Godspeed to the mother of disaster
Carpe Diem, Beverly Hills is ready for you, faster,
our minds are rupturing from these rapturous months
it’s all a little much for us
Surreality, angular surreality
We’re two-faced, defacing reality’s ideals
Because it’s up to us, that’s the veridical deal
‘99 can’t party, no—
Not like the kids
who can no longer feel.
An ad in the LA Times
Pictured a jewelry store in Beverly Hills
Somewhere off Wilshire
A golden band modeled after an Egyptian original
Mother wanted it and so we went
We sat on tuffets of crushed velvet and
She bought it
replacing her wedding band
Which I never did find.
It was pretty but
what other significance this meant
regarding her husband she did not tell

She was struck walking on an off-ramp
on the 10.
Heading east?
How did she get there?
I asked her in the hospital
On the gurney she shook her head
And said she didn’t know.
That’s Alzheimer’s for you.
The ring is gone.

Father took his off well before she passed
and left it on the top of his dresser.

— The End —