avalon boulevard

avalon boulevard once canal street…palm trees swaying in the so cal heat…blue skies crissed crossed with chemical trails…telephone poles covered in staples and rusty nails… from all the fiesta posters and yard sale signs…black top painted with white and yellow broken lines…cars, trucks and busses move north and south…feeding the port of Los Angeles and its ever hungry mouth….like a river it never stops flowing… shallow then deep…shrinking then growing….avalon was once the island of arthurian mythology…now it is part of our everyday psychology….

anaheim boulevard

anaheim boulevard runs east and west…the tacos and the beer put your panza to the test…new car dealerships used to line the street…now it is your route to la pulga or sunday swap meet….parades of people have witnessed its glory…ask your abuelita she will tell you a story…of how your abuelo used to wait for the bus… go to work early in the morning to make money for us…how we bought the house when your tio went to vietnam…and how that boy was killed but his face was so calm…so don’t you forget that germanic sounding word…anaheim boulevard remembers all those stories you heard…

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