Thursday, June 26, 2008

The Shame

For Emily Dickinson

When next you feel the shame
Because you lost the game;
An insult to your name,
Rejected from the same--

Recall that you are you
And others, themselves, too;
So best not misconstrue
Conclusions others drew.

Or those that they will draw
For @*$#!--the fatal flaw
Of interest in the jaw,
Incredulous of awe--

Is when the money comes,
And you still feel like crumbs,
And catch the dreaded numbs
And over-favor thumbs.

For fervor favors few;
And when the justice's due
Is when the judgment comes--
"Do you have change for ones?"

Monday, June 23, 2008

Mis Quince Anos!

      Es mis Quince Anos!  Y Los Ositos barrieron Los Sux--Que bueno!  

Wednesday, June 11, 2008


               I used to live in LA.  And I went there for a visit over the weekend.  And a flood of memories returned.  

               I remember the first time I saw palm trees.  And ate a real burrito.  And saw the ocean.  And the mountains and smog.  

              And the new age flyers.  And the muscle beach boys.  And the cabanas; the year-round outdoors.  And the cults and psychics.  The coyotes and brushes.  

               It's nice to know it's all still there.