AMUSEMENT PARK RIDE

(’78)

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-Scream-propelled,
30 kids defy
grown-up gravity,,,

-Clockwise thrills
in a counterclockwise world.

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33 1/3 RPM

(’72/’73) One of my favorites>>>././././.

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-Victimized,
by a potato bug,
bugging the hell out
of the quiet man,
as he meditates,,,
bookwise,
coffeewise,
and otherwise
bored///

-Inflated,
for the ego trip,
with words of self-praise,
paved,
for a smoother,
full of better,
pats-on-the-back
ride…

-Mick Jagger,
at 3 in the morning,
frenetic background,,,
rolling rockers express sympathy,
for a deviate devil…

-Hypnotized,
the hard-working people snore,
to the salt of the earth.

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UNDERDONKEY

(’71) Millennials: please Google

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-Mack burro,
at 5 a.m.
on the shoulder of the road…
10,000 kilometers
without a check-up,
20 gallons of white burden,
for the brown man…

-Trot on,
burro heaven can’t be
that far off
from burro hell,
and if not,
there’s always
Rafael Nader.

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A POEM FOR PETER

(’92)

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– Peter from Santa Monica
likes my poetry,,,
told me so.

– I see him at most of
my readings,
waving a mental sign that says,
“Fan.”

– If Peter is in the audience…
please spread your
good vibrations.

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AN INVESTIGATION OF THE RAIN

(’82)

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– All around the yard,
puddles do impressions of
South America, Australia,
the Virgin Islands…

– The corner of the living room
had a leak last year,
and the year before –
another hole for my psyche…

– Emergency!
I see water on the bathroom floor
& look out the window…

– It’s flooding!

– I put on boots, get a shovel
& go outside,,,
the poncho of discontent
wrapped around my baldness…

– After an hour of shoveling mud
I get a blister on the palm
of my right hand,
but the channel I dug
opens up Lake Nacimiento…

– It’s coming down again,,,
for two weeks now
the sky has been doing #1
on the city.

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