A New Life

MADONNA ROCKS

HELPING THE

ARTIST

TO PAINT LIKE

A DEMON,

THE UNEPECTED

BREAK

AFTER A DAY

OF HEAVY

TYPING

AND OVER HYPING

THE SCREENPLAY

TODAY,

SOON THE

TIME WILL

BE UP

AND I MUST

MEET MY

EXPECTATIONS,

SITUATIONS

BEHOLD

AND

PHONE CALLS

ARE COLD,

BUT THE BRAIN

JUICE

IS ROARING

THROUGH

FABULOUS MUSIC

WHO

WOULD

IMAGINE

SUCH A

THROWBACK,

THE SWEET ATTACK

OF CREATIVITY,

A GIFT

OF LOVE

FROM MY EARLY

BEGINNINGS,

THERE IS

SUCH A WINNING

PLACE IN

THE HEART

WHEN YOU START

OFF LINE

AND LAND IN

THE MIDDLE OF

A POEM,

OR A PAINTING

THAT’S BEEN

SITTING

AND WAITING

FOR DAYS,

WHICH WILL

AMAZE

AFTER TONITE,

I’M GAME

FOR THE FIGHT:

AND HERE’S

THE TRUE

STORY,

THE RAINING

GLORY OF

GRAY CLOUDS

AND WET PATIOS,

COLD FEET

RETREAT BACK

INSIDE,

NO PLACE TO

HIDE

BUT ON THIS

WHITE SHEET

OF PAPER,

THE PRIDE

OF EXPRESSION

IS THE WORK

OF THIS SESSION,

I AM THRILLED

TO BE BACK

IN THE GROOVE

READY TO MOVE

AHEAD,

INSTEAD OF

THE PAST

WE MUST ZOOM

ACROSS

TO BLAST

OUT FROM

UNDER THE

THUNDER,

AND ONTO THE

PLAINS,

NEEDLESS TO

SAY,

IT’S BECAUSE

OF THE RAINS,

WE ARE ALL

WASHED CLEAN…

BABY BEAN!

C:JW WINSLOW 5/15/23

A New Life

It comes along

As a quiet

Sweet song…

high on the list

Of times to exist

All of a sudden

Things will change

Life rearranges

With a different way

The chosen games

Skip on the same

And play it strategic

While we await

a script of

the future

blooming aloud

making me proud

to run the race

and soon misplace

all sorrow…

gaming to borrow

a chance

to romance

the life of

a dream,

all I’ve wanted

arriving undaunted

sure of a role

the theme of my goal

presenting the soul

so good

(you should…)

Remember this now,

And then

You’ll know how

To SAVAGE

THE WOW!

JW Winslow 5/1/2023

The Silence

THERE COMES A TIME

WHEN A QUIET RIOT

HAS GONE BY

AND THE SILENCE

DEFENDS ITSELF,

DOWN FROM A SHELF

OF THE PAST

WE REIGNITE

THE PRESENT

AT LAST…

AFTER DAYS

OF GRINDING

ROARS

OF THE BIG

MACHINE

BEHIND THE DOORS,

THE LIGHTS RETURN,

THE CLOCKS IN TURN

TELL THE RIGHT TIME

MOVING FORWARD

IN FULL RHYME,

AND LIFE COMES

BACK

LIKE IT ALWAYS WAS

NEVER GONE

JUST HIDING,

PROVIDING A SENCE

OF GOODNESS,

WILL ANYTHING

BE THE SAME,

DO I HAVE

THE SAME NAME…

AND OUTSIDE

WITH A QUIET RIDE,

THERE ARE THE CARS

AWAITING THE STARS

THAT WILL COME

TONITE,

DESPITE THE FRIGHT

THAT LINGERS,

BETWEEN MY FINGERS

IS A SMILE,

A PLACE TO EMBRACE

THE BEAUTY OF NOW,

WHEN THE JUICE IS ON

IT’S A SWEET GOOD SONG

SOMETHING ALWAYS

TAKEN FOR GRANTED,

AND NOW REPLANTED

BY A GROUP OF TRUCKS

MANY MEN

SO ENCHANTED

FIXING THE POLES

WE TOOK FOR SLANTED,

THERE IS A SILENT

SIGH OF RELIEF

AND A LOVING FACE

OF GRATITUDE,

I WONDER HOW

I MISSED IT,

STEPPING OUTSIDE

TO THE GARDEN

FINDING IT QUIET

NO SIGNS OF THE RIOT,

WE ARE BACK

INTO SPRING,

A MOST

FABULOUS

THING!

JW WINSLOW 3/18/23

LONG AGO
I SPENT MY TIME
IN A CARMEL
COTTAGE
TINY PLACE
AND PUT A SMILE
UPON MY FACE
WHEN PAINTING
OR WRITING…
ALWAYS INVITING,
ENTERTAINING
SECRET MEN
THOSE WHO
CHEATED
NOW AND THEN,
THE PLACE
WAS BURIED
IN THE WOODS,
HIDING BEHIND
AS I KNEW IT WOULD,
WITH A LARGE
AND HIGH GREEN HEDGE
KEEPING MY
PRIVATE TIME
OUT ON THE LEDGE,
I WORKED MYSELF
ON CANNERY ROW
A FAMOUS PLACE
THAT YOU MIGHT KNOW
WHILE A GROUP
OF ARCHITECTS
BECAME CIRCUMSPECT,
TEACHING ME
THE PROS AND CONS
OF MONTEREY,
THE QUIET PATHS
AND JOINTS TO PLAY…
I DROVE AROUND
EMBRACED BY SOUNDS
MANY OF THEM
QUITE FAMOUS
NOW,
AND SO TODAY
WE WENT TO
PLAY
AND SHAKE THE
CAMERA
AROUND THE
BOUNDS,

AND COME TO
SEE
A ROTTEN SIGHT
A PLACE EMBRACED
WITH JUNK
AND BRIGHT
CRUSHED WOOD
WALLS
INTO THE NIGHT,
MY HEART
BROKE OPEN
TO SEE THIS PLACE
ONE THAT I
ALWAYS
HAVE DREAMED
AND EMBRACED,
SOMEONE HAS
TAKEN
THE MAGIC AWAY
AND LEFT NASTY
NOTES
IN THE GLASS
DOORWAY…
AS I TURNED
AND REMEMBERED
THOSE SWEET WARM
SEPTEMBERS
A TEAR FELL
FROM MY EYES…
DESCRIBING HOW
THIS AWFUL SURPRISE
HAS BANISHED MY
DREAMS
OF HOW THINGS
WOULD SEEM
IF WE TURNED BACK
THE CLOCK…
WATCHING THE
ARTIST GIRL
INSIDE,
PAINTING HER
DREAMS
AROUND THE BLOCK!

Blue Velvet Boots

LONG AGO
AND FAR AWAY
CAME DELIGHT
RIGHT INTO PLAY:
THE PHOTO
SHOWS THESE
BEAUTIFUL
BOOTS
ALMOST KNEE
HIGH
FAB TO
THE SKY,
PRESSING AGAINST
MY BEST
FASHION ROOTS,
WITH LONG
TRAVEL STRINGS
AND STRONG
HOLY RINGS,
I ROSE UP
TO SHOUT
FORGETTING ABOUT
THE TIMES BEFORE
WHEN I WORE
THESE GUYS
TO SOME GALAS,
(ARRIVING LATE
IS ALWAYS GREAT
AND CLOSER
TO THE DOOR)
WALKING SWEETLY
TO IMPLORE
THE HOTTEST GUYS
WITH SOME SURPRISE
AND SMILES TO
BEAT THE BAND,
THOSE OF YOU
WHO THINK LIKE ME
WILL SURELY
UNDERSTAND:
IT’S WHAT YOU
WEAR
THAT SHOWS
YOU CARE
ENOUGH TO
SMILE SO BRIGHT,
IT TAKES SOME
TIME
TO MEET THE RHYME
WEARING THE
MOST
FROM COAST TO COAST,

AND SO
MY FRIENDS
AND CONFIDENTS
WANTED TO
TOUCH
AND LAUGH SO MUCH
AT THE DANCING
BOOTS
AND FASHION ROOTS,
WITH LONG TANNED
LEGS
AS A SUBSITUTE,
IT TAKES SOME
MERRY
SWEETHEART FAIRY
ACTIONS TO CONFIRM
THE FUN YOU
GET
FROM OPPOSITES
WHILE DANCING
ON THE FLOOR,
AND YOU CAN BET
THESE SWEET
HOT BABIES
HELD THEIR OWN,
NEVER HURTING
MAKING GROANS,
FOR ONLY THE
MASTERS
OF THE SHOE
ARE REALLY AWARE
OF ME
AND YOU,
WHEN DESIGNING
THE EVENING
FOR DANCING
AND LEADING,
FINDING SUCH
LOVE
IN THE BLUE
VELVET DOVE,
AND FLYING
ACROSS THE
ROOM
WHEN ITS TIME
TO GO
REALLY KNOWING
THAT LOTS
OF SMILES
AND ROMANCE
ARE SHOWING
WHEN THOSE BLUE
VELVET BABIES
COME HOME
WITH ME,
IT’S ALWAYS
A FABULOUS MYSTERY…
A BOUNTYFUL PART
OF MY HISTORY!

Peter’s Gate

WE ENTER
PETER’S GATE
BY WAY OF THANKS
OF TWO HUGE
WOODEN PLANKS
NAILED TOGETHER
MANY MOONS AGO,
WITH STRONG PRIVATE
ARMS AND A SMILE
(OR SO)…
AND BUILT
TO ESCHEW
UNWANTED
VISITORS
IT SEEMS,
QUIETLY
LYING
IN BEAUTIFUL
DREAMS
ON A
LOVELY OLD
ROAD
AND HOUSES
POSTED
ON LANQUID
LOTS
WITH GREENERY
AMISDT
THE SCENERY
AND ROSES
IN POTS,
THE PURPOSE
OF VISITING
BECOMES
VERY CLEAR
DURING A SEASON
OF BEAUTY
AND CHEER:
THESE ABODES
HAVE SETTLED
INTO THEIR PLACE
QUITE LONG
AGO
AND HARD
TO ERASE
ANY KIND OF
NEW STUFF,
PREFERING
THE OLDEN
LOOK,
LIKE ONE FOR
A DICKENS BOOK,
AND SOON
I STAND
BY A LOVELY
HEDGE
WITH A SMILE
FOR THE CAMERA
AND A CERTAIN
PLEDGE
BECAUSE IT’S
NEAR CHRISTMAS
AND WE ARE
AMAZED
AT THE BALMY
SOFT BREEZES
ON A SUNNY
PAGE,
HOPPING INTO
THE BIG WHITE
VAN
IT DRIVES US
ALL OVER
BECAUSE IT CAN,
WITH SIGNS
ON THE SIDE
INFERRING THE
PRIDE
OF TWO
HAPPY GUESTS
ON A BIG
CAMERA QUEST:
THE FANS LOVE
TO SEE
WHO IS SMILING
WITH GLEE,
IT’S PART OF
THE ART
OF A NOTED
BOOKWRITER,
THE CHOICES
OF OTHERS

IGNIGHTED/
DELIGHTED
WONDERING
WHEN
THE ADVENTURE
CONTINUES
BETWEEN
THE PAGES
AND BIG SUR
CENTURES
FEATURE
SCOUNDRELS
AND RAGES,
OR IS IT REAL
THIS CRAZY
TALE
A WOMAN’S
ADVENTURE
BEYOND
THE PALE,
WHILE LITTLE
RED FOOTSTEPS
APPROACH
A PILE
OF OLDER
DÉCOR
WITH A
SUBTLE SMILE,
“OH BOY”
SAYS SHE
“WHAT A MYSTERY
AND JUST
WHAT WE NEED
TO SNAZZ UP
OUR CHRISTMAS
SOME RED AND GREEN…
SHINY BRIGHT
AND CLEAN
READY TO TRAVEL
UNWRAVLING
THE SCENE”,
SHE POSES
HE SHOOTS,
SHE SMILES
HE LAUGHS
IT’S ALWAYS
MORE FUN
IN THE PHOTOGRAPHS
AND SURELY
YOU KNOW
THIS KIND OF THING
IS ALWAYS
SOME JOY
AND MEANT
FOR A KING,
SLOWLY
MEANDERING
UP THE HILL
WAITING A BIT
FOR THE SEASONAL
THRILL
IN A PLACE
WHERE WE NOTE
NOT A FACE
OR A VOTE,
THEY ALL MUST
BE GONE
TO SING
SANTA’S SONG
WITH THE FOLKS
IN REMOTE,
WHILE WE
MAKE OUR WAY
HAPPILY LAUGHING
ON THIS SHINY PLAY,
ONE THAT REMINDS
US
OF EARLIER DAYS,
WHEN WE
WERE YOUNG
AND THE ORNAMENTS
HUNG,
PEEKING AT GIFTS
WAITING IN
AWE
FOR THE PROMISED
DELIVERY
OF SMILES
AND DELIGHT,
COMING UP SOON
ON THE SWEET
CHRISTMAS NIGHT!

Angel for Hire

SHE WILL HELP
ME ALONG
THE SHADIEST WAY
CALMLY UNITING
THE NIGHT
AND THE DAY,
THE WORLD IS
SO DENSE
AND FULL OF
PRETENSE
WITH SCARY STRANGE
TYPES
FULL OF ANGER
AND HYPES,
EVERYONE KNOWS
WHERE YOU COME
AND YOU GO,
ALONG WITH
YOUR AGE
IN A LONG
LETTERED PAGE,
IT MAKES ME
WONDER
IF A SLIGHT SILLY
BLUNDER
IS DANGEROUS
ENOUGH
TO MAKE THINGS
SO TOUGH,
FOR EACH OF
US IS COVERED
BY SECURITY:
DISCOVERED
WHEN WRITING
A CHECK
OR A PHONE CALL
RESPECT,
HOW DO THEY
KNOW
EVERY MOVE
AND SOFT BLOW,
FOR EVERYONE
SHARES
BUT NOBODY
CARES:
THE HUMAN
EXISTENCE
IS PART OF THE
SENTENCE
OF DAILY LIFE
NO SECRETS
ALLOWED
WE ARE PART
OF THE CROWD
DANGLING BY A
HAIR
SO MIND YOU
BEWARE:
WHEN DIGGING
INTO
THE DIVES OF
WHAT’S DUE
A DISCOVERY
OF WORLDS
UNKNOWN
WILL BE THERE,

WAYS TO MOVE
MONEY
AND FLOWERS
AND HONEY,
WAITING A MOMENT
FOR JUST THE
RIGHT TIME
TO POUNCE AND
REVEAL
THE PROFITS
OF RYHME,
THE LADY YOU
CALL
TO REVEAL A
BALANCE
KNOWS EVERYTHING
YOU’VE DONE,
MORNING TO NIGHT
QUIETLY HUNG,
IT’S OBVIOUS THEY
SEE
MORE THAN
WE DO
WITH SPARKY
BRIGHT MINDS
AND HOT
DANCING SHOES,
ALWAYS ARRANGING
THE BLACKS
AND THE BLUES:
CAN YOU SEND
IT WITH ZELLE
OR MAYBE A CHECK
WILL YOU MAKE
A MISTAKE
OR DANCE
TO THE WRECK
OF PRIVACY
AND MODESTY,
PRETENDING
TO GET IT
ALONG WITH
THE CREDIT…
WHILE TIMELY
CONFUSED
ON WHAT
HAS BEEN USED,
AND HOW MUCH
MUCH MORE
WILL EVEN
THE SCORE,
THE SECRET
OF CODES
YOUR BANK
AND ABODE,
LOCKED UP
ALONE,
RIGHT UNDER
YOUR THRONE,
SO GIFTS OF
PRIVACY
ARE GONE
TO THE BONE,
AND BUYER BEWARE
NOBODY CARES
EXCEPT YOU AND ME
WILL WE EVER
BE FREE?

The Blue Coach

A MAGICAL MIRACLE
JUST OCCURRED,
LEADING A PATH
TO THE WRITTEN
WORD:
AS THE ARTIST
INSPIRED
IS WOUND UP
AND WIRED
THE HOLDING PLACE
CONTINUES
THE RACE:
WHERE DO I
KEEP MY MONEY,
THAT LOVELY
STUFF
THAT REMINDS ME
OF HONEY,
LOOKING AT THE
WELLWORN
OLDER BORN
BLACK DYNAMITE,
GIVEN BY
A RICH MAN
FOR KEEPING THINGS
BRIGHT,
THE DAY FINALLY
CAME
WHEN NOTHING
ELSE FIT:
THE WALLET WAS
STUFFED
WITH OUTWISE
REMIT:
I COULDN’T FIND
THIS…
I COULDN’T FIND
THAT,
WITH SHINY BLACK
LEATHER ALL
WILDLY WORN OUT,
IT WAS TIME FOR A
NEW BAG,
BOTH LIMBER
AND FREE TAG,
WITH PLENTY
OF ROOM
FOR THE OWNER
TO BLOOM
ANNOUNCING HER
APPROVAL,
AND SO BEGAN
REMOVAL
OF CREDIT CARDS
AND BUSINESS BARDS
COVERING MANY
UNBEATABLE
YARDS
LIMP AND OLD
OR IN THE
FOLD,
WHO COULD MAKE
ANY SENSE OF THAT…
I TOOK THE LEAP
AND CLEANED
IT OUT,
THE SHINY LEATHER
HAD COME ABOUT,
AND SOON THERE
WAS THE TREASURE:
A BUNCH OF COOL STUFF
TO MEASURE,

NOW THE
QUESTION BECAME
A SWEET THRILL
FOR THE BRAIN,
SEARCHING
THE ROARING WILD
MENTAL TRAIN
FOR A NEW PLACE
TO CARRY MY
SECRETS,
MY CASH
THE STASH
AND SOME
MANY ODDS
AND ENDS,
I MUST PRETEND
TO HAVE A
LANDING SPOT
WHILE SUDDENLY
THE HOT BRAIN
LOCATED A LIGHT
BURNING BRIGHT
AND THE BLUE COACH
APPEARED,
WILDLY WEIRD
AFTER YEARS OF
WAITING
TO HOLD MY
FORTUNE
SUDDENLY IT WAS
THERE,
HIDING BESIDE
AN OLD ANTIQUE
CHAIR,
WRAPPED IN SOME
FLORAL
AND LOVELY PAPER:
A GIFT FROM THE
SANTAS
OF FAR AWAY
JUST WAITING
FOR A BOOTY CHANCE
TO SHOW IT’S STUFF
IN A BRIGHT BLUE
DANCE,
I CRAWLED
UNDERNEATH
THE ANCIENT
CHEST
AND THERE
WASTHE BLUE COACH,
AWAYS THE BEST:
LOTS OF POCKETS
AND A MONEY PLACE
ZIPPED UP IN ORDER
TO MAKE SOME SPACE,
HOW VERY EASTERN
AND SAVVY,
LOVELY AND USEFUL,
PERFECT IN TIME
FOR MY DARKEST
ADVANCES,
I STUFFED IT
WITH PAPERS
AND CARDS
AND ROMANCES,
LEAVING ONE
LAST SHADE OF
THE WEST:
THE SURF STORE
STICKER
WHICH MADE IT
MUCH SLICKER,
AND REALLY MINE…
AH, HOW DIVINE,
BUT EACH TIME
I OPEN IT
THE FACES SHINE
THROUGH
SMILING IN
ACTION
ABOUT MY
LEATHER BLUE!

Boris

BORIS

IT WAS HIS SMILE
THAT FIRST CAUGHT MY EYE,
SITTING CASUALLY IN
HIS FAVORITE CHAIR
INTERVIEWING A BRIGHT
WHITE-SUITED WOMAN
FOR A JOB,
THEY NEEDED
SOMEONE WHO WOULD
SELL THAT MOB:
THREE FINE DESIGNERS,
SHY/STRONG HEADLINERS,
MEN WHO DID NOT
WANT TO BLOW
THEIR OWN HORNS,
BUT REQUIRED
SOME ACTION
AND STRONG WILLED
TRACTION,
HE GAVE ME
HIS CARD AT THE END
A LONG-VERSED
NAME WITH
A MIDDLE VLADIMIRE,
IT WAS MY NICKNAME
FOR HIM
INCITING SOME CHEER,
AND IN THAT JOB
FOR MANY YEARS
I SOLD THEIR WARES
AND CLIMBED THE
STAIRS
EACH DAY,
WATCHING THE
DESIGNS TAKE HOLD
MANY QUITE BOLD,
WHILE HE CHARMED
OUR CLIENTS
AND LAUGHED A LOT
WATCHING THE
BUILDINGS TAKE
SIZE AND SPOT,
HE LOVED TO SNEAK
OFF
ON WEDNESDAY
AFTERNOON
TO THE SMALL
SAIL BOAT
AND THE ROARING
LAGOON,
IT WAS HIS QUIET
TIME,
A PLACE SO SUBLIME
ALL ALONE
WITH THE SPLASHING
WAVES,

AND MEMORIES OF
STRUCTURES
HE LOVED TO SAVE,
WE TRAVELED TOGETHER
TO SELL THE WARES
VISITING CLIENTS
BEYOND COMPARE,
CHARMING THE FOLKS
WITH VISUAL STROKES,
AND SMILES
THAT CAUGHT
THE CLEVER EYE…
I KNEW HIS SECRET
OF PLAYING THE TRUMPET
AND THE LOVE OF
MUSIC AS WELL,
BUT THE MOST
CLEVER MOMENT
WAS A CASUAL THING,
WHEN HE SCRIBBLED
A FIGURE OF THE
DANCING MAN
WHO BECAME OUR
LOGO
FOR THE WORKS
WE SPREAD,
TAPPING AWAY
NIGHT AND DAY,
IT WAS PART OF
THE CHORUS
THE SIGHT OF BORIS
THAT BLENDED HIS
LOVES,
DESIGNING
RECLINING,
FAMILY FIRST
AND AWARD
WINNING COLORS
OF MONTEREY’S THIRST,
WHILE THE SUBTLE
CHUCKLES
RENOWED HIS WAY
OF TELLING THE WORLD
HE WAS READY TO PLAY,
AND NOW, TODAY
BORIS IS GONE,
A HEAVENLY ANGEL
WHERE HE BELONGS
UP THERE
DESIGNING
A HOUSE FOR
THE GODS,
WITH LOTS OF
PURE LIGHT,
HE WILL ALWAYS
EXIST FOR ME
EACH DAY AND NIGHT,
SAIL ON SAILOR
TO THE BRILLIANT END
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
SO LOVED AND ADMIRED
BY THE WORLD
AND ME!

Car Week

CAR WEEK WILL MAKE YOU
WEEP,
PERHAPS FOR GOOD
OR BAD,
OFTEN TIMES
THE WORST OF CRIMES
ARE HIDDEN
IN THE DEEP:
FOR CHAOS BEGINS
WHEN THE WEEKEND
ARRIVES
ACTUALLY
EARLIER
BECAUSE
EVERYONE DRIVES:
THE SHOW OFFS
THE OWNERS
THE SPECTATORS
THE LONERS,
ALL ARRIVING AS
PREDICTED,
WHILE SOME ARE
CONVICTED
BEFORE ITS TIME
TO GO HOME,
THEY COME FROM
ABOVE
AND BELOW MONTEREY,
AND TRUTHFULLY
IT’S SO HARD
TO SAY
WHICH ONES
ARE THE BEST
AT THE VIEWING
QUEST,
SO IT’S UP TO YOU
IF YOU PURSUE
THE PENINSULA
SOMETIMES
CALLED HEAVEN,
AND ONCE WAS
THE CAPITAL
OF THE STATE
OF CALI,
FULL OF SUCH
MEMORIES
WILD AND TOUGH –
THE EARLIER FOLKS
WERE KIND
OF ROUGH,
BUT NOW THE CROWDS
CARE LITTLE FOR
SHROUDS OF
A MYSTERY WILD HORSE,
IT’S ALL ABOUT
CARS
THE AMAZING STARS,
AGELESS AND STAGELESS
ALL OVER THE PLACE
ANYWHERE YOU GO
THEY ARE HAVING
A RACE

PUSHING ASIDE
TO PEEK AND ABIDE,
BUYERS AND FANS
COVER THE LAND,
AND WHAT DO YOU
SAY
OF THE PEOPLE
WHO PLAY
AND WORK FOR
A LIVING,
ALWAYS FORGIVING
THE ENDLESS
GOOGLES
WITH NECKS
LIKE NOODLES,
ACHING TO TOUCH
AND SIGH, AND SUCH
BUT THE REAL
NEIGHBORHOODS
STAY STILL
AS THEY SHOULD,
WEARING EAR PLUGS
FROM THOSE LOUD
OLD THUGS,
THE GROANING
AND SCREAMING
RACING OF CARS
PACKED ON THE STREETS
BENEATH THE STARS,
SITTING QUIETLY
UNDER A TREE
WATCHING MAZARATTI’S
SCREAMING THE ROAD
WAY TOO FAST
FOR THE OVERLOAD,
AND FINALLY
WATCHING
THE SUNDAY EVENT
WHERE MILLIONS ARE
SPENT,
LADIES ALL DRESSED
IN FANCY
FINERY,
GENTS OF IMMENSE
AND POETIC WINERIES,
WANDERING
WAITING
FOR THE WINNERS
AWARD,
THEY SPLIT UP
THE MIDDLE
OF A FAMOUS BIG
SWORD:
CHAMPAGNE AND TOASTS
SMILING WITH BOASTS,
WHILE THE FOLKS
ON THE COAST
WAVE GOODBYE
TO THE SKY!