HITCH

(from ’69; one of my first poems).
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-She stands on Sunset,
with a tanned thumb
& a mango-shaped crotch…

-Urge, time & place seem right.
I stop, open the door –
she’s headed for the Strip…
we pass Western, Vine, Highland.
She looks spent, curled in the seat,
an unwound clock spring.

-“Good Vibrations” is on the radio,
we praise Brian Wilson;
her far away look seems to say,
“I’m not all there.”

-I scratch…

-“I won’t try anything,”
I tell myself,
“Maybe tomorrow, or the day after…
who knows? Between tokes, sweet talk
& incense sticks,
I could trade her two downs
for my one up.

-Tomorrow stays
a day away.

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DIVINE STUFF

’06
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God #452 frowns…
the responsibilities
of a god can be taxing –
just dealing with the Papalrazzi
is unnerving…

Then there’s the god surplus…
one for Agriculture,
another for Fertility…
Arts, War, Woods… name it,
there’s sure to be a god
running it…

Then there’s that pest,
Jimmy Hoffa,
trying to get then unionized…

Good God!

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DESAYUNO BLUES

(Rod Bradley likes this one; from ’13)
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DESAYUNO BLUES

Every day…
same routine,
9:00 a.m. –
hot oatmeal,
cinnamon on top,
two slices of
sour dough bread,
café instantáneo,
or a cup of tea.

El Predictablo
can also turn
into Carlos Danger…
sometimes brings a banana
into the mix.

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GUMBASINA

’14
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Beware of
Gumbasina…

The old witch
with the evil spells –
(does soul-corruption
consulting as a sideline.)

Friday the 13th Special:

Fulminating curses
& apparitions
slashed (pun intended!)
to half price!

Bad-luck charms,
black-cat fur accessories,
demon-referral service.

“We do our worst.”

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WILD LIFE

(This one might be a dup… one of my favoritos.)
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It’s a jungle out there,
within.

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