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:
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.
