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The Burning of Los Angeles
by Lalo KikirikiThe Burning of Los Angeles
Early morning breath is cool
laced with the jasmine taste of night
the after-image of delight
ripples the mirror like a pool
The dust coacervates conspire
behind the Arrowhead machine;
three gunshots echo, pierce my dream...
the water heater catches fire
and jangling ganglia assess
the borders of reality,
confuse the naked circuitry,
sputter and fuse and incandesce
flaming the flowers on the wall;
over its garden black lace spreads.
Now the diploma's gilded edge
curls with the ashes as they fall.
Typewriter keys rear up in rage,
burst in the heat like men-of-war
and the illusive metaphor
blooms in the firelight on the page.
01/02/2008 Posted on 01/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Lalo Kikiriki
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/02/08 at 12:08 PM well done..... exceptionally well done..... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/02/08 at 04:27 PM I'm with Joe - most excellent! There is magic in these words and their weaving. "The dust coacervates conspire" - one line of many that I love reading aloud over and over. Great last line.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/02/08 at 04:27 PM I meant to say "great last stanza". |
| Posted by Steve Michaels on 11/02/10 at 04:46 PM I agree with all of the above. Great stuff! Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/02/10 at 06:50 PM Congrats on POTD! |
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