Lockworx Alleyway
Tending Jack in the Box Stains on my button up
Flippedback cap skateboards by
Hauling twisty bag of recyclables
Crater ash tray to my left
Water heater embassy
The MostIEst
La Pizza Loca
Tire shop on the other side
Fence fairytale bushes
Low pale audience of grass
Perfect breeze
Peaceful familiarity in the city’s ribcage
Milieu
Be joyous and love others
Herb is the lubricant
The green currency
It’s oil we seek its vapors
You know it’s California because of how multicultural the English department is
Will we power our cars with hemp oil one day?
It would make all cars drive 58 to 65 miles an hour, in the middle and right lanes. Bumpin’ some Marvin Gaye.
I’ve done a gang of shrooms in my day and my friends and I usually would just sit around campfires and bump the Beatles in grassy patches in the mountains and such
It had to be Kerouac to talk to David and I
Perhaps you’ve earned the privilege of being the only Christopher around
What if I went on an adventure with the family of kitties that lives next to my parking spot
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Tristan Acker is in the M.F.A. poetry program in his hometown at Cal State San Bernardino. He is trying to interpret and share the middle-class ethnic values and nascent counter-culture that he observes so much of in his life here in the Inland Empire. You can listen to Tristan’s poetry and hip-hop collective the West Coast Avengers at westcoastavengers.bandcamp.com
Inlandia: A Literary Journey 