so you have an affinity for ghosts?
explore our urban ruins, at most, forget the Queen Mary
ain't nothing as scary
as a spectral Vincent Price and Frank Lloyd Wright
lurking amongst the needles and graffiti in Barnsdall Park

you say you want uniquely terrifying and seedy?
try this rotten picnic table nestled deeply in Griffith Park
atop which two young Angelenos

made love
then died

under the crushing weight of a healthy oak tree
felled by some fell spirit
coordinates thirty four eight thirteen one eighteen eighteen twenty three
if you don't believe me

He woke up early today while the sun was still young in the sky, he hadn't dreamed tonite, he was still opening his eyes and getting ready to give up the bed and get up when his eyes lost their focus, he wasn't sure if he had something in his eyes or if he was dreaming. He tried closing them for a couple of second but to no avail, he was completely out of focus, he looked around his bedroom and tried to see the outline of the objects around him, everything had a soft haze as in dreams were things are not physical, so he picked up the book that was on his night stand to try to see if this optical effect or illusion was also with objects closer to his eyes, the book's title was kafka's diaries, but it read as kafka's daisies, strange he thought, as soon as that thought of strangeness left his mind the title return to normal and he took a look at his hands, then around the room. It seems the hazinness left his eyes and everything seemed normal again as far as eyesight goes, since he always had 20/20 vision, so he got up, went to the kitchen. Turn the stove on for some tea, made himself an omelet and left for work. Kepre was a nomal twenty year old as far as human being go, he studied at the university of Buenos Aires and during the weekend worked at a local bookstore, today was saturday so he was on the way to work. He hadn't noticed yet or even felt that today everything would change for the better.

Muere después de nacer...

beware of our luscious palm trees
they will catapult themselves into your
kaleidoscope windshield

or at least it is now

when you find yourself stopped at a green light
once
twice
maybe three light cycles

abandon all fear that you won't reach your goal
just say these words two times each, eight seconds apart:

love
unity
abundance

now, drop anything that feels heavy

you will reach your destination

Man I miss those whiskey kisses
Thought that, babe, you might become a Mrs.
But a Mrs. of what a bottle and a gut?
Here on the street just a buzz means a lot
City of Angles
I think not
No one to trust
God tried to save them
Then Disney sold it out of lust
What a ******* *******
Can't believe my first morals
Came from a ****
But those whiskey kisses, they just got me
Look at those dark, giant, robotic towers
This is where dreams happen
This is where I get wasted
But that black granite
And tarnished stars
Made me remember who we really are
Just two mad children
In love with just enough
Caught up in the night
Intoxicated bliss
Man, I hope she'll miss me
Everytime she drinks whiskey

learn
Spanish.

if you happen upon
some people making love in the park
it's perfectly OK to stare
everyone is a performer

remember, chances are
you will die in an earthquake bigger than Haiti's
or sizzle in a brushfire más caliente que Hades
or perish on the smog with your stupid lungs that don't breathe
with one of our 3.858 million
love thy neighbor

put an NRA sticker on your apartment door
even if you're a pacifist
trust me

in March the sky is cobalt blue
in August it's haze is the hue of slightly ***** water
a non-color, really
learn to appreciate them both