Inmo is going away
Two friends walk, on another friend’s back
as a way to say goodbye.
Two famous stars for three dollars (despite the homophobia) to soak
up Ballantines and Dunhills and the pink, sparkling wine.
The city at night. Lightening bugs in a jar.
A bystander who monitors
and she questions. Percipience and rigor. The
Sort of critique one receives from an open heart
and an informed mind.
Angelo and I are early, and we are late. That moment when
the show has not begun, as you arrive, and yet
one cannot leave. Embarrassed, we complete the set up
of booze and food and napery,
an opium pipe,
and a little dog.
It is Los Angeles and across town
other parties are happening, other people are looking;
they always are – it is to be expected.
And the night wears on…
There will be a show soon, at
Human Resources, of music
and objects and people.
I find that Rebecca’s class, who is so vulnerable, at a place that prides itself on stringent asperity
Another sort of rigor. A generative disarray. Students who believe.
And Young and David and Ben and David and Amanda Joy and the lightening bugs in jars…
Can you imagine believing
in Los Angeles?