Echo Park
Echo park nights in olive skinned walls
Conjurer of Merlinesque moments
Your broken heels of
blue marble shoes
mesmerize me!
Our interdigital hollywood walk
Leaves a trail of chemical words.
Dark green slender bottle of green tea Zen
pours in a leather jacket of tonic water,
and hard, cold three dollar ice cubes.
3:00 AM argumentative lasagna,
greasy side ordered onion rings,
the sound of your lips on my ears
All remind me of why I love your
clumsy arms, flailing like the wings
of a strawberry flavored pink penguin.
Furrows in your forehead
Vacuous memory lanes etched by
french manicured finger nails
in a ceramic windowless soul.
All remind me of how you
Encase my mind.
Your nicotine blonde sunbeams
touch my curious center,
your dragonfly manouvers
leave me empty and confused,
at the Downbeat cafe
amidst Alvoradoans, Sunsettians,
Echo Park minions,
amidst coffee ringed dirty mugs
amidst smokey talkathon evenings.