out
and up
God, that sunlight
Shimmy
to the air, asphalt.
Oh! that sky.
That sky. Feel
is mad, like ten-
a spaghetti junction
in my head, but it starts
to soften. La Cienega
and Pico, signs say. . . Earth
swerves, now,
on a tire – pump
thousand dreams
and break. (Santa Monica
in the distance mired
by smog.) Turn left
through a lens.
at Bedford
into a pane
of glass?
‘n shake.
Jonas has had poems published in the L.A. Review, Gargoyle, Pearl, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Main Street Rag, The Melancholy Dane, Paradigm, Welter, and Smile Hon! You're in Baltimore. He is currently an adjunct English teacher at the Community College of Baltimore County. He's got more where this came from.
