After watching the Angels beat the Dodgers at Dodger Stadium
my friend took me
to where all the fools get hyphie.

We drove down the street at night,
headlights passing over
hyphie marks,
donuts and burnouts
from cars
and motorcycles,
endless rubber swirls
covering both lanes,
one mile stretch
covered in black tire marks
like a little kid
who said fuck it
and took a black crayon
and scribbled circles all
over the street
in the coloring book.

An expression of
fuck
da
po-
leese,

an expression of repression.

“This is where all the fools get hyphie.”
“What’s hyphie?”
“When you be actin’ the fool–”