Los Angeles

New Chefs

Grand Central Market

Lock everything away. Secure the gold and jewelry, but don’t forget the art.

Don’t forget the art at all. Keep it safe and bubbled, erect walls and gates for

It. If it empowers, if it splays out, isolate. Lock it away safe. I will stand smart.

Such as it is I feel disquiet. Give it out to you. This I abhor.

See the people and cars sunned, pants cuffed, I passing,

There’s the market, new tenants, new decor.

Ease through lines and lumps, wandering

About pupusas and wontons, whether

To seek tea or peruse chiles, trail outside for people-watching.

It’s all so lined. Too smooth, this new chapter.

Go downstairs for shelves objets d’art.

Chthonic renaissances, I’m a bother.

No polychromes, not as I stand at the rampart.

I’ll sprinkle earth on my head and heart.