Welcome to LA
someone crapped next to my mini cooper
it was 5:55 in the morning, near meford st
trash from bins spilled out into static air
asphalt decorated by early garbage truck pickup
white styrofoam blue plastic
and neon-green wig hairs
cracked pavement cluttered with brittle
sun bleached dog shit
smoke smeared sky—
insulating sunlight
rays conducting above smog layers
Welcome to LA
fading tar chuckling to rubber soles
on my feet
towards home
past droopy trees
not like in the forest
where frequencies of light prance freely
rows of parked RVs
people in popup tents
piled tattered blankets
cigarette butts ash covered soda cans
camping chairs with friends
drinking black coffee
they are the forest
stretched rumbles of choppers
ghetto birds thicken pulsating waves
repeatedly displacing rotating air
frequency of birds’ songs lost
like that yellow-rumped warbler
trilling sweetly from a broken lamp post
instead—sounds of sirens sing—
not that drunken woman
warbling on broken yellow dashes
but the ambulance echoing over soto street
they are the morning doves
dark-eyed juncos and red-tailed hawks
Welcome to LA