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Flipper's Dad: 
he got rich from a car-wreck 
Left him half-paralyzed.  
Left.

Can you imagine the embarrassment?  
Strangers in the home 
a pay-per-view of oak-leaf and acorn 
hand-carved wood paneling 
that trust no longer affords to keep dry?  
The marble-top end-tables 
and asbestos-lace gilt 
don't stop it.
That kind of heat warps 
everything under the porticoes.

  
Reaking of cat-chow, 
and not the fancy kind, 
he grinned and leaned in to my shoulder, 
a hot vaporizing mouth pressing my ear. 
"Caesar," he said. 
And I felt the sharpened belly touch my skin.
Chihuahuas.

How do you watch The Beatles for free?  
Just like you were there and invited.  
Mike was definitely 
their favorite Monkee.  
Don't tell the others. 

 
Up on the roof, 
sucking Coca-cola-flavored cigarettes, 
they see it's only a couple commas difference 
if you're Willi-with-a-compass 
or patched-up pyro victim Matthew Star 
waving sweet black voodoo whitewash space magic 
and it's all in the marketing, anyhow.

He had to quit the love machine.