Move east down Ventura Boulevard. The asphalt rolls forward in foreground, toward the horizontal plain. The subject, Citizen Same stays longer than an elevator pitch, and does not complain. Compassion switches places. A modicum of modesty is out front in public view with belongings in bags, ready to go. Wee hours shows a common installation: an exile exhibited in The Broad.  Red and white are loaded on the shelter scene. The plaid flannel are confined to a single panel. One out of three. The seating is not first class. Rather economy. Drive through the city without a dent. The bus […]

All the stuff is in the way. All of us have to determine what to keep and what to throw away. It’s all the stuff adding to the puff. Is anyone at ease when voluntarily arrested with the golden cuffs of a choice company. Lights and shadows hang over the rough concrete. Flights take off over the coast. Turbofans reverberate like military rockets over protected blue butterfly dunes. Citizen Same is a shut-eye mummy inside a snow cap comforter. Politicians post yummies in their tummies, but their satisfaction is nothing bigger than homeless figures. View the expanse of majestic lights […]

We all the know the saying created from the metrics of time and days. Someone was paying attention. Reflection repeating like LSD inside the convex egg. Voice inflections on the trip and the trap. Sound checks for prayer 247. Embrace the eternal manifestations with sticky eyes. Fade in, the outside looking in. Fade out is Citizen Same on the sidewalk. The blueberry syrup saturates the pancakes like light. Meeting together to say I’m alright. The attractive stack the greeting and salutation of familiar faces. Bits of napkins adhere to sticky hands. 

This right here. Red, white and blue. There’s a reflection there. The advertisers don’t use museum glass because the contents in the display case is throw away. Not biodegradable. A fresh trash bag placed inside the can. It’s knotted so it won’t blow away. Our flag was still there. Wrapped around the lower half. This is the day the Lord made. Sell the smoke. Sell the gas. Sell it even if it’s broken.  On Melrose, the intersection of Holy and homeless jams the operating system’s radar. Citizen Same asleep during midday. The garden plants chant this refrain, “I am the […]

The snowcap overlays a couple inside the Overland ‘hotel’. Weather is used as a cover-up. Visible from the louder street without any haze. The bright powder is clearer tonight. The marine layer mist accumulates. Briskly, try to wipe it away. It comes back.   Pets are encased in the advertisement pie. A healthy spot is taking care of one another. The furrier the creature the vision to act becomes blurry. Everyone is in a hurry to get desired objects powered to glow no matter at what cost to the soul. Here’s a wake up call. 

Winding along the Wilshire Corridor there are full amenities for your neighbors. Millionaire’s Mile rises high. It takes awhile to get up there. There’s plenty to go around. When will the notice come? When we’re shaken upside down, emptied? And forget not all his benefits. You don’t see me. Now you do. The lights are left on for those who will stop in the shelter. The lights are left on to promote posters to those living in insulation. Advertisements have curb appeal like Citizen Same. The scene will change when they both move. The light wraps and tucks in the […]

Shade during midday. The concern is for the development of likes rather than the spikes: those who live in the shadows of vagabondage. Living hope has been deferred to sticky dope, those who can no longer move the lower lip. Don’t even trip. Be thoroughly equipped for every good work. Give a rip. You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness. Therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness beyond your companions. Nutrition facts: nobody ever got healthy drinking Sunny D. Attrition rates try to deflate the Son, the focus of my delight. Sending and receiving, nobody […]

When does it start and when does it end? There is no limit to the five Ws when the Lord defends. Citizen Same is close to his heart with an open invitation into his word with a shopping cart. Let the grocery games begin in the food mart. But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God. What’s trending has a shelf life through the night and into the day. Blankets, scarfs and mittens bundled up in the cold, smitten by the […]

The green plaid pad is slung over Citizen Same’s shoulders. Does it look like My Pillow? Multi-layers of blankets are bundled up on the restrictive bench to keep warm in the folds. It’s a setup. Frank living along the avenues’ intersection just below Griffith Park. On the way down the half-pipe back into the thick city. Ads kick-flip-tricks. A tied up hoodie just under the nose keeps the increasingly colder exposure outside the control of a thermostat. Like an emergency vehicle stay a hundred feet back. The right aid is a photo at the temporary shelter where emotion groans. Stats […]

Through the night cannabis is delivered. Citizen Same stays lit next to the ad slivers. A comforter quells the shivers in the high 40s with the shuttle traffic wind effect. A common reply is good luck to the one tucked in and bent forward on the bench. Put away all possessions underneath the rain tarp. None of this is done with ease. Masses fly into this area. The weather teases those who pursue the endless summer with a sneeze. Clear up the mess on the real tissues. Conferences are propped up around hobbies. Be forewarned how they’re all labeled a […]