Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Saturday Night, Santa Barbara

What are the wealthy doing in those grand homes
on Alameda Padre Serra and Arbolado Road?
on Dover Lane and Mission Ridge Road?

With those multi-million dollar views of the city and the ocean?
sophisticated isolation and pearl-plated prestige

Diamonds on the ground, diamonds in the sky,
stone and red tile, Mediterranean arches, 30 foot high windows

Are the men smarter than those of us on the north end of Milpas? Better looking?
Are the women hotter? Better at the erotic arts?
Are the children impeccably behaved, less prone to the shits, tonsillitis, lice, asthma, bronchitis, RSV, warts?

Do they have the same trouble finding matching socks
or the remote control?

Is the sex better?
Is the conversation more interesting?
Is the beer colder?
Is the food tastier?
Is the air different?

Do the men lie and cheat?
Do the wives fuck around?
Do the men suffer from Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia?
Do the women have high blood pressure?

Is someone up there rolling a joint?
Is someone up there burning dinner?
Is someone up there telling a lie?
Is someone up there lending a helping hand?
Is someone up there plotting murder?

Are the people up there happier
because of all the splendor
or does the splendor make them happy?

Anyway, it’s Saturday night and the clock is ticking for us all.

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