Suburbanites of the Mojave, be warned-- your next
box office movie ticket might explode
all over the evening news like Charlie
Sheen's load, in a town exemplifying how
the West was finally won, not by the cowboys 
but by realtors.


And Vegas was also won by the realtors,
so are you if you play ball, and playing ball when
you're no good at it makes the game easier
for those that are, and playing ball wouldn't
be such a crime if only it was a real ball and not
some immigrant's head that found himself in
the wrong neighborhood in Phoenix.

The world needs more firebenders. And when
I say firebenders, I mean poetry that matters.

Can we make poetry matter?