66 Day Poetry Habit, God Poems, Humor Poem, Poetry

Taco Bell, Downtown Los Angeles: Post-Game

A god in golden overalls leans
Out the driver’s side of an open
Lincoln in the drive-thru
Late night

Tries not to puke

Pukes anyway.

Smiles
Checks his watch
Pays too much for his tacos
Pays too much for our tacos too
Swerves off

We won’t forget it
Who could forget him

He won’t remember
How he got home

-M.
(Day 2 of the 66 Day Poetry Habit)

Love Poems, Poetry

The House on Doheny

I saw you bought that house I loved
on the hill, off IS9larv01mt5zs1000000000Doheny, hard to get to

during rush hour or when the veins of LA
burst and bleed all over West Hollywood

up Sunset
and gush through the Bel Air gates.

The skin of my inner wrists
with her oxygen-blue undertones

(soft contemporary design)
is up for sale too.

Ten million or best offer
(like the house on Doheny)

plus, realistically, another million or so
to meet your execting standards.

How deep, my Darling,
are your lightless pockets?

-M.