It seams these weeks rocked in steeped secret pockets sewn invert within and in casual wear, up'd and down'd town, ridden a rounded tracks circuiting trivial parralleled pivotal, out and in nights dream capped late and early. Japan homecame private Karaoke Partys fore long since passed-ies, in event bottled down river at Mexican silt to white sanding aled wells. Down the street far dimmer than an open bar, in a room between South Pasadena and Tokyo a new bourgois casui booted Gimme Cum last minute splitched from the 2900th block again again, weathered in report of clouds at midnight. In fair prep his ship's hold this time cargoed with recording Davice to dilute or distill that Isle's lonesome consentrate. Peace. This week of our's depart, Tree City not L.A.'s Brooklyn transplantsWikked thin out clubs not nighted in Karaoke Party's Japanese model time. The tuesday night international tour kick off blurred week and end in attendance by the legislative body of the Karaoke Crate City State, minus a CPX in distance silenced demonstration across town. The rest of the week's shows missed cuz'd unmissed. Those night's may have been spent away in home's appreciable contrasts 'tweenst the good fight of black and white, in soft sillouette cast across the Metrotage's red glowed masonry in swim of thinked whim. There, when door cracks to the escape of my studio hearth's smoke, I catch pause button punctuated resounding clanks and look foreward to Tonli's golden voiced sculpture at the moment drying by the window, waiting for come quiet to break.
January 12th
The coyotes howled echo filled room arched a collumned cell of the DIY Big World last night at the Pinata Lazer people's party down the street between 6th and Wilshire. A gift from no gods, no masters, and in vital vigor Ben's fresh squeazed orange nectar was distilled by the band into tooled screwdrivers corner lounged side stage, out of the chicken-hawkeyes of a Jae Lee punking as bitch old west career criminal and town fool Calacas Grinder, publically outlawed in his own element. We say boo who?
January 5th
St. Main st.
a buenaventuranoche y dia in holiday's end
west-winded airships puff on chilly breaths,
stolen by ill-SPORT'd tv starlit bars,
in whose electrostatted glow,
monocularly channeled rants lounge next to a gentleman's game of pool,
in cooled confidence of untipped drafts
we saw a black patchy hatchling fed worm of the boulevard's gourmet,
by the graying maternal and paternal blonde of the neighbors' old
resold in boutique and kept fresh enough
to vigor that youth to show brick housed down the street
up and down through wide windows,
we'll see you here and there
hidden round a tourist spiralled corner hung more antiquated,
but worn worth in ovened pizza soot awarded a wall for 25 years pies in polaroid
time's been around here to slice
vacationend there holiday's end after the show
p.s. Anubis Rising says thanks
January 4th
Saturday night K-Town cocktails by CRUSTeacans shrimped,
birthday's end parties for fan fronted rockettes remembered of Goodtimez?
Of course not, but always shelved in stock
out of the way of alter altars heartlessly maintained by robed sceptitioners
January 2nd 2004
Hay Viejo Bajo, even on its last legs a tired year is never too old until its moment passed on, but anxieties may substitute a stranglehold divined future when those looking ahead the year before have trouble setting their own stop watches to the time being...
I hope you were present 3002,
the midnight moment the year left unasumed
in welcome wagon's oblivious tow along inconsiderate tracks,
of watches not reset since swapped display cases for pockets
here happy this year
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*K-Dawg's editorial
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