THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Bandit and His Love...



Intent? Indeed!
But the faithless dost find
Blasphemy from the mouths
Of the irritated swine.


Careening through kelp
As a pistolero grips
Two pearl handled pistols
From concrete covered hips.


"Satan you're at work!"
Says the miser to his desk.
Forgetting you from visions
Seen solely in the West.
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