Mega Millions Mania
Whoa
That’s a lot of M&M’s 4
After the rains
After the after parties
After the tears
After the rains
I walk somewhere over rainbows
To discover
I am still pretty much who I was
I walk to the 711 where the scent of
money
leaves a trail of desperate men
bridging 911 walls
finally brothers in their loss
discussing earnestly what had occurred
or didn’t
I look deep in all their eyes
trying to ascertain the truth
(are they hiding paper wealth?)
but the truth is simply
that they too
are pretty much the same as before
the blessed event
Walking home I shoot
a reflection in a puddle
of run off waters in a canal
and trees and clear skies
and a self portrait
in the reflection of window that reads:
“Transformations” with an iChing symbol
My reflection is so ghostly
I almost disappear in the glass
and I’m thinking
that the women in this beauty salon
maybe have the right idea
That, or antiquated notions
Me, too, me too
On the way home
I sense someone stalking me
It is one of those desperate old men from
the 711
going home to his wife
St. Patrick says:
“So it goes”
and so it does
One question though:
How come
with so many local strip malls
there is no one stripping?
--Richard Velez
In
my dreams,
rushing
elephants strapped with AKs
bum
rush me away from
gourmet grazing grounds
where
I’m munching and crunching on
coconut
cream cookies, cucumbers and you
Love
is in jeopardy
Then,
unexpectedly,
Wu-Tang
comes
rapping,
hip hopping,
singing
and swinging
all
mach 10 to the rescue and shit
while
somewhere in Dreamland
in
my dreams
somewhere
over the rainbow
in
my dreams
Rambo
Sambo dances the mambo
In
my dreams, you ask
why
do we in the ghetto
wear
chains of Cuban gold?
Some
say it’s a status update
re:
our current state of enslavement
but
others remind us that in other times
gold
chains symbolized ladders to Heaven
--Richard
Velez
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