3rd and Main (newer version)

He was never more right "Government IS the problem". 

Right across the street
from the back side of the Ronald
Reagan State Building, 
people are sprawled out, hungry
cold, tired, pale around the edges
an imagine struggling to be seen.
The entrance to the building
is on Spring Street,
around the corner
where, like the street’s name,
everyone has it in their step.
You can see it, they walk
fast, the way people who
have somewhere to go
walk fast.
On Main, the side where the entrance
isn’t early pedestrians
scramble too
to get to…get away.
“Get away, shoo”
They shoo away
panhandler’s pleadings with a turn of the head
tune them out with a blast of their car stereo
hoping the radio waves will push them away. 

In the shadows of the Ronald Reagan
“the great communicator” State Building
people shake and shiver in the streets
flag their hunger, frustration,
sickness in proximity of governmental grandeur.
Is it the early morning chill licking their scaly skin?
Do they shake and shiver for a fix?
Or from the ghosts of past wars that harass
them? They scream at and argue with those voices to no end.
They didn’t fight in wars that Reagan orchestrated.
His M.O.
have nations kills their own. Daddy Reagan provided
financial and military aid
to right wing governments in
El Salvador, Nicaragua, Guatemala.
Funding his campaign to eradicate “communism”
en esas tierras with arms-for-hostages deal
he made with Iran. All part of a greater plan
to down the indigenous, down the students
down labor, push down all uprisings
crush them down till their eyes
grew streams of red
and heart of resistance crumbled.
He put them out
those hearts On fire.
Like steel blades against a ledge
Shits went off.
Services, mental health,
preschool, arts program, benefits for the vets
sharply cut, messy
murder scene, a crime the way
the government disregards people.
They, the people on skid row could just be seeing red like late notices
piled up on the dinning room table
Is it going to take
a crime to get out of this one? Here we like to call it a hustle
Gotta stop the shivering in front of the back entrance
to that building, Ronal Reagan once again
with the cold shoulder.


Kitty-corner from
La Costeña Bar with it’s
all black matte walls, red trim,
plywood palm trees leaning towards
each other, people-
the people, shake and shiver
gathered underneath an elm tree, slap hands
in the middle of a traffic meridian
smoke on butts, sip out of steamy cups.
What a sight
Cardboard boxes piled up to build
a fortress big enough to make a
kid’s eyes and imagination go wild,
but homelessness is no child’s play
and although it never rains in Southern Cali
44 degrees at 4 o’clock in the morning
don’t play.
Skid row-
an image wavering
on the fringes of revitalization…just missed it
out of sight, always out of mind.
Like a head in the clouds, or condos
that scrape the LA skyline giving inhabitants
the feel that they’ve risen above it all.

A woman leans against a fence, sits
on her concrete throne
tugs at a wrinkled not so hefty trash bag,
stretches the edges
till they turn gray
pulling for an extra inch of shelter.
You think she’s a displaced “welfare queen”
fantasizing about the days
when she had 3 Cadi’s in the garage?
Now the only cruising she does is outside
the shelter around soup kitchen time.

Welfare queen
Her glamour draws you in
see how she was living
paycheck to paycheck
trying  to stretch that dollar
like a Hefty bag- but she already
knows that she just can’t cover it all.
She's living off of uncle
SAMs handouts they tell you
just a distraction away from the tax cuts
Uncle Sam is giving his
Richie friends
Exxon, JPMorgan, Chase and them
And any other WASP
Who's dignity
and pride in doing work
merits a little reward
"Don't worry we'll throw down
some crumbs
as we cut programs
That's that trickle down theory on y'all asses
Hope and IOUs control the masses!"
Stop the Symbolic violence
Where is good ole Uncle Sam now?
He’s not going to bail her out
too much government is a problem
remember. Remember that as they
bail out, Wall Street, Banks of America and Autos.

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