last night at the REDCAT & draft of brand new poem

i wrote this poem this morning about last night in downtown LA; please let me know what you think and if you have any feedback!

a new pair

the new york experimental

& neo benshi poet

admires my shoes

outside disney concert hall

skyscrapers alight downtown

dry east wind

the bar has closed

we don’t want to go home

i have some like those she says

except it’s too cold in new york to wear them now

do they have flowers on the inside?

that’s what sold me on them she says

the flowers on the inside on the sole

yes i say one does

the insole of one has flowers

the other is amber

they’re a mismatched pair

they couldn’t find the other

see the buckles are different

see in the light

one is aged pewter

the other is aged brass

how could they do that

how could they sell you

2 different shoes?

4 women poets bicycle

activists crowd around

bend down to inspect my shoes

warm breath blows past

swirls around my legs

oh yes oh yes

they say

i see

we abandon the street

sit in the van

light candles

rooftop fountains of LA DWP

on one side

blinking lights of the music center Christmas tree

on the other

two security guards approach

get down hide my friend says

i tell him we’re just going to sit here for awhile and talk

he can’t see the shoes

but they’re too powerful for him

he smiles

we take a shot of tequila

thimblefuls of wine

i sit on my heels

lean back on my shoes

surrounded by twinkling lights

later lights flash

i am pulled over on PCH in malibu

a sheriff in blue and

a highway patrol officer in tan

i hand the sheriff my license

tell him i am on my way home

my drunken friend sleeps on the floor of the van

he doesn’t see her and i am plenty sober

the highway patrol man leaves me

with a warning to fix

a light

thanks for photo/s by checkash

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