A youthful folly Moment in Time

September 28, 2009
8 p.m., a residential street in the East L.A. area

Walking oh my oh my
my nightly walk, well not nightly, but many nights, when I can walk
and now, the 90 degree days are gone from L.A. for the time being
and hopefully for a year and
to feel the fresh cool air on my face and arms and legs tonight
was like
taking a shower after a long, hard day bent over in the dusty fields, like washing the grime from my skin the grime of hot sticky days
and now it’s cooling down and walking in the night cool air was oh so refreshing and floralizing. Yes floralizing and I love words like that words that don’t mean much
and why is it


is that a UFO something breaks me snaps my reverie in two.
A UFO surely up ahead, half a block down the world drowned out by my headphones but I can see and what I see
is a light, jumping and bobbing and furriness and the light is a blueish tint but small
as I draw nearer my music blares in my ears
but the light is small it is like one of those bulbless lights, the LCD kind
and it is
illuminating 2 little runty piece of shit yappy
dogs that are running around
in the middle of a dark street
and besides them a figure and the flashes of a metallic object
so out of place there in the middle of the dark street
for the streetlights aren’t really light
they murmur, they coat, but they do not illuminate
and this little light bobbing and shining on the dogs
and the metallic instrument in the hands of
the figure
a boy, as I get closer, it’s a boy, 13 ish, not a thin boy, not obese, but big, the kind
of big undefined boy who has more flesh than bone, the kind of boy
who always seems flushed from heat and over-exertion, one of those boys, that’s
this boy
with the dogs
and the scooter
a scooter.
In the middle of the street he rolls his scooter back and forth while
he waits for the dogs to pay attention to him
and not each other
and he has this bluish halogenish light, a small light not large enough to be
of any real use other than to beckon me
from a block away like an
alien spaceship
and the light
is tied to a harness
which circles his scalp.
oh my
oh oh my
it’s like a miner’s hat
only not a hat and
not a miner

only a minor
a minor with a thing wrapped around his head that makes him look like an eery late night cyclops
there with his scooter and toy dogs that
will not obey him
In the middle of the dark street.
What a spectacle
as the dogs finally bore with each other
and begin trotting along down the middle of the street while the large fleshy and undoubtedly red (it is dark) boy
steers his scooter up the street behind them
keep his cyclops wrap-around light
pointing straight ahead
so as to light up the street but only barely signalling his comic and self-unaware early teen presence.
For it is impossible, impossible to look cool or anything
approaching coolness
with a flashlight-sized glare
affixed to one’s head.
explain this
to your friends in 10 years, go ahead, would love to hear that