Los Angeles

I can see two men
on their knees playing dice
one’s shouting seven
and the other eight.

They’ve got sneakers
and squared away eyes
rolls of money
in their big spare hands.

They’re painted in car-spray colors
their faces swelling red
and their words running out beside them.

These are the crazy men
with their bandannas and six-guns
and hair made from lino-cut.