Two Blocks Down Imperial

the pictures made me sneeze
they yellow; an unkept smile
all the faces looked faked
like they fit right in the fading pile

Arizona used to be
two blocks down imperial
now it's in my dreams
on paper, in a phone ringing

my oldest old best friend
lives in the mouth of two freeways
he lives his life that way
louder than the noise he's making

her picture's made me breath
in rhythms even i can't follow
a gasp for air that's all around me
a grasp with eyes that blur too easy