la cita at 9:00am

chris dickson

 

slept in my nissan last night-

only woke up because the seat leather

was baking my skin 

at the rise of the morning sun.

 

got out and checked my watch,

the bar across griffith park

just opened. I strolled in

the dimly lit bar 

and sat next to a yuppie who ordered 

a caneberry juice.

he began rambling on about 

something or other. I told him 

“son, i only talk to two people:

drunks and whores.” 

I walked out the door with

my beer in hand and leaned

on the brick wall outside the joint.

 

as I drew upon my cigarette 

I noticed above me a wolf spider’s

web draped over a

hanging pot of california poppies.

I watched as the spider catched the

plant sucking flies and nymphs 

then burrow himself in between

the orange flower pedals. 

interesting how nature finds a way.

 

though the burning

red glow of my cigarette 

I saw a prostitute changing into

daylight attire and a 

bookie driving by to drop 

off today’s odds on the track.

I reached into my jean jacket to find 

2mg of klonopin and 15 mg of adderall

to wash down with the rest of my busch.

the day had begun.