I’m on the corner of Ramona

At first all of the street’s men had names that sound like prospectors

But now it’s experiencing a yuppie rejuvenation

Still they think it’s Madonna’s initial on the hill

And our misnamed cat has been away for seven months

And the neighbors’ dog howls late at night

And the sororities get hammered again

And the creek flows right under the ivy forest

And every other home is now in escrow

And no one covers a deer’s corpse for the children

They all are too fascinated by their jobs

And the man in the creek has nothing but a blanket

And everyone runs when they see him in the flesh

And I’ve seen it all

Through the red and blue curtains of my Ramona room….


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