WITH SIDEBURNS

	"He's cute in his mohair suit
	and he keeps his pockets full of spending loot."
      		- The Ad Libs

	the mohair suit
	makes Kabbala the pharaoh-hound bark

	the pull-on mohair suit
	makes the fuzz box flang-a-lang

	the greenfinch mohair suit's
	Herman Munster balmy

	the mohair suit is uh-huh
	and out of its box



	BUSTER KEATON

	"Sympathy For The Devil"
	resuscitates our adrenalin strongbox.
	The trailer park's strip lights twink
	as we fish up the lift-thumbing Beat
	by the painted milepost
	at The Far Side Of Reality.
	And snatchin' at the blinker-signal
	dodge-dust up Thunder Road
	onto the cloverleaf freeway interchange
	and open the throttle
	for a chuckle at the drive-in movies.
	
	

	HUNG UP

	A quick-frozen day,
	neon through the skylight,
	peroxide green.
	A Swiftair letter from London.
	Everyone's pink.
	Betty's wage-slavin'
	an hour-count to wipe out
	so Gerad spits the coffee grits
	and the ring tones rev at the Samaritans...
	
	Ruth met death
	this Passover
	the itty-bitty Susan grasped
	that her mom was lame
	we do not even get her to bawl about it
	she makes rubble bounce around her dad
	they toyed with food here at supper
	he's swimming two jobs too
	
	and after that another call, then another.
	Do I have the right to smile?
	
	

	BONNIE & CLYDE

	Hades-wings of The New York Times
	biff against the stoop.
	Peurto Rican Soul Bros.
	strike a blow for yodelling
	up front of their first house.

	And in the Reception Room
	a 5-piece in-crowd of cowhide flight bags
	is fingerposted by the carboy.

	As we hold out for the posse
	Betty arrests me for foolin' around,
	titters she's got a fat black 357 Magnum
	- it one cheerleader pins me
	
	"Boom boom out go the lights."