Abo Deless
J.
Rhodes
(note: content taken from scenes
seen during trip to SF 12/27/01 – 01/01/02, most of which came
from a 12/31 day trip to the Haight)
Abo Deless, man
rhymes to the waste receptacle
and himself,
shiny Hoover perched on his caged stuff shuffler
Vacuuming
the Earth
Gripped
by streaming blood
The poorest dude is black and singing El Balazo
Blues;
a burrito would make him a rich man
‘Kiss my dick’, shouts a 12-year-old youth
to a gaggle of young heartland America tourist
chicks
no doubt they shall recount this harrowing, ribald
tale
to countless fanged cousins and swastika-wielding
Uncles,
warning them all never to visit san francisco
She’ll be fine as long
as
no one tells her the man that just grazed her
Hilfiger with his burlap raincoat
and street-widdled demeanor
raped 17 stray dogs the previous evening
New Year’s Eve Day
excreting every last LAST
before tossing away our 2001 diaper and strapping
on the new and improved
Electronic Velcro Remote-Controlled Super Shitbag
that promises to be 2002
funny how a morning mixes the mind
ah yes, a genuine fat man, greasy and
Loving
the Haight
rolls by in an extended Hummer Limo
window cracked, rye whisky in hand, 3 p.m.
three
busty nut-busters to boot in the back seat
or
anywhere he damn well chooses
Nate and I agreed that would be the way to spend
every New Years
from this moment on…
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