California
Jungle
Listening
to punk rock
on the backyard
patio
she
soaks up the shine
in a polka dot bikini
while drinking
a beer from Chico
45 Grave
soundtracks the sun
as I read
Tarzan and the Golden Lion
(our Bengal kitten
stalks the veldt
of our lawn …)
just
as Burroughs
cries forth with epic
cruel world passion:
“… he placed one foot
upon the carcass of his kill
and raised his voice in
the terrifying victory cry
of the apes of Kerchak.”
the kill
in this case,
a lion
as
the jungle cat’s claws
chased
a crazy sexy hot
jungle princess
an
evil wicked beast
deserving of
the spear of destiny
if only
every
kill
could be so
clean
never destroy
that which doesn’t
need destruction
simple, right?
like,
totally, deep
thoughts …
from
the brown bottle
bottom
and
on this warm California
summer day,
north of Tarzana
you’re welcome.
-- Don Marquez
-- Joe Jusko
