LOS ANGELES, 1968

The motel room
travel stained
the last Playboy
and Gideon
with no place
for a lost believer
in art
a sorry laughing
street worker
has an impotent arm
wrestler next
door to the piano bar
murdering a donut
when baffled
by the Free Press ads
knowing the stranger's
foot fetish makes me
out of touch.