In A Bed Of Baked Beans (Part Two) by R.George
a soft wind through an LA window
a goddess of a promised life
transparent on the other side
begs me to follow her
from a back room in San Gabriel
to a glamorous flat in Burlington
and a frayed Red Sox banner
watch your mouth, we'll censor you
we're on the payroll now
yesterday's guts and sweat are gone
did you bring plastic cups?
life is short, we're a bit slower
crunching numbers, looking for the
profit, it doesn't include
you, just some groomed mice
our specialty, blacken catfish
in a bed of baked beans
do they look thirsty?
their eyeballs are watching you
ghost of the Massachusetts
and the clank of homeless bots.