Tide Shifts Out

Friday mass

Traffic mess
Shifting out
And in the west

a glare so hot

It melts

Diamond lanes

Transition roads

And a crosstown bus

While metro rail crawls to halt

Because some idiot

Riding his amp

Beyond human consumption

Is humpin’ to the thump

Of Train and subwoofer

Oblivious to oblivion

still felt the beat

while melting in the heat

Of the inferno
at a crossing
in Redondo

Paris is burning

Perris is ablaze

Blackout

Back out

in the valley

Sundown brings darkness

Sparks from an arc

Ignite Griffith Park

Glendale shrouded in smoke

It’s hills deciding to light

As the sun says g’night

Skies glow 

Alarm is surging

Mayhem abounds

Trouble, like coyotes

Takes to the street

Runs the alleys

Jumps the freeway

Home invasion

Korea Town.

...and the town's big "Baller"
had a bad day

date raping a 'babe'
in the back room
of some trending
South Bay 
encounter 
bar
Now sits, relaxing
in the slammer
signing and smiling 
while enjoying 
the jailhouse 
banter

Bored Bailiff and Baller

await the Bailer

To buy himself out

Set free by his jailer

Payments are made

To make the problem 
go away

She made a mockery

To be driven out of town

Set for life

A fortune found

Between

long tan thighs

The mistake remains

Her shame 

to name

Set for life

Or 'til his money cuts-off
So she signs it

Just get out of town

Now...

But not on this night

Not in this gridlocked blight

She decides to stay

The weekend

Tucked away

Safe
Some place...

She can see it
there
shimmering offshore
within reach

It Beckons her
offers a retreat
but
Catalina

Becomes her...
her final mistake.

The tide comes in.

A phone call is made.

Coastal Eddie.

Earl of Avalon.

Washes ashore
does the chore
and is gone
with sunrise 
and out-bound 
tide

As Gulls and fish
invade her
she floats nude
tattered and torn
outer harbor...
...face down
a tattoo 

the only clue

on a sad 
sunny
Sunday's 
mourn

Nightmare’s New Headline:

Avalon! Alibis! Autopsy!

…all in that order

Crime photos taken
...recklessly released
Lurid suggestions made
about the 'stunning' deceased
Folks back-home
sickened...shaken
saddened...shocked
bow at the foot 
of the family cross

but crass rumors
and crude 
public display
would be
her final...
and eternal
Violation

And as for the MVP?

The Game must go on.

MVP MVP MVP…(chant)

After all, he IS their Baller...! 
He's packed the place.
Winning is what matters
Just 'upping' the pace
Stirring the chatter

Coroner donning 

rubber gloves 
and all...

addresses 
the cadaver 
scalpel ready 
grisly tools 
on call
stops to glance
the poster,
the signed poster 
on his wall...

MVP.