Greetings from the Hill
Blue skies and beautiful again,
plants lush and the iquana happy
.....in the garden.
The oldhomelessindian woman
was shuffling and chanting.....
made it rain.
Listening to the 'Powers' on 77,
the classics from Havana,
making up phrases with funny
An oldfolks home on xmas island
richer folks in the park
solar power on Mount Trashmore
a desalination industry
the keys to research.
The oldman was thinking again,
time for the walk up the stairs.
"Fifteen fucking steps to the Door",
mocked the madone about Masons.
He eased toward the balcony...
a trusty threeiron in the palm.
"Jesus Christ Jack...", startling
the soberone at three oclock.
The Iquana was eating his favorite