Author Archives: Rumrazor

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About Rumrazor

Just a malcontent surviving in Los Angeles, working the news, writing the poetry, making the films.

The Enigma of the 16th Floor Elevators

Okay. So I travel to downtown Los Angeles to attend a meeting with a “name” well-connected film industry producer. DOWNTOWN I can’t find parking under 20 dollars for the day or 8 dollars an hour. Since I don’t know how … Continue reading

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Watching the Eccentrics

Red weather tigers skulk drunk sailors in dreams of the suspended men, the hopes of the men in red suspenders. The thin women in their awkward heels never received the awaited postcard from Vesuvious, their knockoff Hermes scarves in a … Continue reading

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Venal

I was so strong at one time that I rigged a pitching machine to hurl two fastballs at me top speed, one after the other, and with a bat in each hand I could hit one over the left field … Continue reading

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Márquez en Mississippi

Indio, inculcado surreal y peláo del demótico inquieto, arrepentido, sudando en el extranjero. These dusty roads reject you. These suited passengers reject you. The grey bus driver rejects you. This language rejects you. Faulkner rejects you along with the confederate … Continue reading

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The Mansfield Bar

Not a drinking establishment, sparks strike when scraping asphalt, just twenty-two inches off the ground, a standard to annoy the truck industry since that infamous death long ago on a balmy night in June, “Kiss them for me,” she said, … Continue reading

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Tsunami Wave Train

for Morgan Gibson Spring sea; Blinking turtle exposed in drawback. Silent cage cricket, bitter persimmon, await moon glare. Laughing anglerfish rises. Fallen leaves swirl, dissolve in oyster stew.

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Anxiety Before Finals

is equivalent to exhaustion afterwards when trudging back to the dormitories unaware the original architect rehashed prison plans so that all the cinerea blocks are indistinguishable from one another. You climb and you climb the side stairs a thousand times … Continue reading

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Christmas Spirits Lost and Strong

So they know me by my fake name, they know that I’m good for a few bucks in the till, they can tell that I can talk up a good line of bull until the world lies very still. And … Continue reading

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Off Kilter

What an off kilter morning so far. I woke up to my neighbors hanging up something on their wall at 7:30 in the morning, bang bang bang bang. Never mind that they go ballistic if I sneeze in my apartment … Continue reading

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