The Sixteen Sacred Palm-Nuts of Yoruba
all enclosed in my fists,
ready to spread holiness in Uganda and Baja California.

I slept last night at the beach
after a long hike down the Sierra Madres.
(The Blackhawks were facing the kings of the western region tribe of Tongva,
and if I were to be a spectator
the privileged white male would win:
so I didn't want to sin).

No more.

I went to Rent-A-*****,
that sunny afternoon.
To my surprise
it was stationed at the shore.

Those were my goon days when I followed the guru
     Long hair, beaded necklaces, and silk indigenous shirts from Nayarit.
Just to **** Hunab Ku
For you.