El viKingo... an eight-time ghazalionare

she had sand... character... beauty... grace...
but she only ever wanted to be a star

wires were crossed under the indian ocean
those waves took back my soul

holiday trappings lingering way too long,
i cornered her under the Arbor Day mistletoe

two colombian sisters, one like coffee the other
like cocaine... both keep me up at night

i went pocket fishing again the other night
why is it so easy to steal from yourself