I'm avoiding the Lincoln Park office with
all my might that's for sure
and swinging down the street
singing stone blind love.
Bixel Street screamed go Dodgers in the scheme
and together it's broken dark pints
dearly akin to soccer potential
footballing royal blues.
The kids are back from Austin
glassy and fatigued: new breathing exercises
maybe they'll be ready for park fires
maybe they're dancing to the movies
maybe they'll remember garbage day now
or will burn from the ready gods at our heals out here.*
No one knows how to throw a punch anymore.
© 2008, Jared Linzmeier
*This line inspired by the poem "Los Angeles" by Charles Bukowski
