Goring Olson

San Pedro foggy bar close

shirt the boys  
    with jagged elbows 
the circle is formed

   (surprised by such talent the workers revealed    outside the walls
In their personal space)   

  scraping fossilized gossip off the bike rack 

blue herons like graffiti wade into the pit

Liquor swamps hold the extremism of tagged silos

farmland rain lobotomy drying out on poverty's hide

It's time

cats cradle with elevator cables   gazing 
into the purple void