EN LA BODEGA

-Esa carne es fresca?

-Dame cinco
de esos bizcochos…

-Sabes que número salió?

-No me digas… que pena,
se veía tan bien.

-Se casan? ¡ay, que bueno!

-Dame una libra de chorizos.

-Supiste que la migra
agarró a Ramón?

. . . . . . . . . .
’06

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DEAR DESTINY

-Are you an HMO-type destiny?
Do you cover a lot of clients
or do you do individual work?

-By the way, thanks for sparing my ass
that night in 1960…
& also for scaring the bejesus
out of Frank González & I,
during our noir period…

-And double-thanks
for letting me out of quicksand…

-And for the 100 times you’ve come to the rescue
wearing a disguise.

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TRIBUTE TO A FINE WORD

“Somehow.”

-Sounds nice,
even spelled backwards:

“Wohemos.”

-Derived from the Spanish ‘Some,’
which doesn’t mean anything,
and the existential ‘How,’
which means whatever you want it to mean.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
To Don Campbell – ’06

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PERDIDO

’70
. . . . . . .

Lost…
found poem,
of sentimental value
to cynics only…

-Reward:
a Reader’s Digest
12 page condensation
of “War and Peace”.

-Contact:
Underground poet,
tank #2,
former Texaco station,
Fiasco, California.

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CITYSCAPE

’82
– – – – – – – – – – – –

-I stand in front of the statue…

-The inscription reads:
“Zig Zaggerman – Debtor.
Slain in 1982
by an enraged creditor,
2 hours A.D.
(After Default).

-I take off my hat…
‘Sorry, Zig, nothing I could do,
good thermo-nuclear morning to you.’

-I walk away, a tear in my eye –
after a few steps, I look back…

-Incredible!

-Where Zig stood
there’s now a GIANT parking meter,
in violation!

-Overhead,
a confused pigeon
drops his load anyway.

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