30 day Notice

My time on 12th and Centre in San Pedro. They shot the last scene of friday part two at my former home......I know so what!

30 Day Notice:

It stinks

the air wreaks of surrender

Large mounds of trash

lay still in the Alley

next to my Small green abode

Gang Graffiti faces my North

hopelessness faces my south

Rough black youths use my alley

as a throughway

and bathroom

strutting through with bad intentions

my neighbors stare at me

with owl like orbitals 

staring 

glaring

attempting to pierce 

my soul

and locate my secret

place

I stay in a one level, two roomed

green shack

owned by a former male figure skater

from Palos Verdes

he collects the rent, always during the day

My small home sits on the corner of 12th and Centre

police sirens mix with Mariachi Music

the two create a disco of the damned

This is my reality

but it suddenly becomes clear

my thirty day notice

will start

tomorrow

Reviews

[Alicia Schroeder]

That would suck, but a very good write..

[Zachary_James]

Very awesome read.....

[J.A. Stevens]

a poingant picture painted in verse very well done thanks for sharing your work

[Daytonight]

Awesome descriptions. You carry the reader with you. Keep on penning.

[Meghan]

Really good piece! Great imagery.

[Canne Mills]

love towards the end especially. from "my small home..."

[Rikkevi Rue]

sings out with the wayward yet bold rhythm of the street. Having been to Pedro and worked down in the streets of wilmington and the LBC this has that straight rift of reality that doesn't come from the other side yet its humanity crys out. Really great writing that laces the harshness of that life with the inescapable seesaw emotions. cool.

[Valette]

This is stellar. "a disco of the damned" is a great line. You did an excellent job of bringing the ghetto to life, and the sudden realization that you really, really want change, and that you can be responsible for bringing it about for the better.

[just rose.]

I know the sirens and mariachi too. There's a venn diagram in that somewhere, with figure skating.

[Marie Harrison]

Cool poem
I feel the rhythm of your street
And the heat of the moment
of having only 30 days notice