MILHUAS BLUES AND GRITOS NORTEÑOS               

                               

                                        S.S.O.I./UW-Milwuas

                                        wisconsin dreaming

                                        recluse scheming

                                          Jan. 14, 1977

                 --damn, oh, damn--

     damn, oh, damn,

     ese irrepressible

     doktor vento,

     you never did tell

     me or anyone else

     over the phone

     that milwuasville

     could be

     un desierto helado

     harboring

     80 plus degrees

     below zero

     in its wind chill

            factorials,

            

     nor

     that we would push 

     your

     out of gas vw

     for three blocks or more

     on national avenue,

     and I being

     más o menos

     anarquista

     pues I cannot

     appreciate

     avenues

     that are nationalist

     (n)or groucho-marxist-

            Lanolinless,

      pero

      its nice, anyway,

      to trudge around

      this city

      where little old ladies

      don't wear tennis shoes

      but they do wear

      combat boots,

      which makes them tougher

      than a john guey apparition...

                                        

      yes, bato,

      we'll create

      that arts festival

      that you, Tigre, & I

      earlier rapped about,

      hope to hell

      that the políticos

      will keep

      their aggrandizing

      hands off & just

      let it be...