just write poems, just sings songs
just be happy you're not dead yet
like those people you met in Little Italy;
the old handsome men you sought to be like,
their Italian leather shoes and beautifully kept shirts,
clean, pressed, sitting, legs crossed smoking pipes,
sipping coffee, reading the paper
and all alone. Their shirts will become shabby
with no wives to iron the pleats.
just know, your mustache is not so full and not so well kept
and cannot be so nice as theirs.
it isn't in your genes.
handsome, handsome
San Diego says,
"Go home now,
the ocean has washed you enough."
BY ALEX KARPICKE
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