Puzzle, puzzle, life’s a puzzle, –PUZZLE? Yeah-yeahh, check ‘t out. Greek’s got there first, a puzzle there in their thin Mediterranean air, there, they’re calling it a riddle..the’re in their mist. Go aks the Sphinx for some basic information, –Szczerzy! you jeszt (and don’t call me Shirley). So she/he/it, –Zey! hand you zee enigma and zo zen..Zen zey! zey go off to sea, see? and fight Phoenicians for real estate (wow). “ROW! ramming speed, mate!!” Win a war an’ go home, fi-ow-ey w’ecks in za woke wakes of zem..zunk in ze zea, –“He’s the King.” Fall for your mom, have a marriage, settle down, raise a family. Zee? now wazzat a bummer? bummer in the summer Oed-i-pus, T-Rex..Hmm?? So! on to New Rome (what will they think of next) E=emcee,Sq(dot)right?, right! (Wight, Euripides.) So what’s this?, it’s a mushroom, that’s what it is big ol’ shroom-cloud hanging over your head,HEAD!head of YOU at that free DEAD concert in the park, (O)ed, –Oy!is what it is, Golden State..Free! free narcotics, free music, free love, free-free. Free, free,FREE! for a lark..look! listen; and HEAR (a noise): riot-guns, suBmachine-guns..cops! Gurus! bullhorns, cops, cops’ sirens, cop bullhorns! sitars, COPS! dogs, barking..cops, –Blubber! (smell the strawberry incense brother) what is up with those boys? screeching rubber! smack up against a wall (mother), KEE-RASH! GAME OVER_SCORE: 3 DEAD SUSPECTS. Solve the puzzle and win a free cruise for 2&a chaperone to fabulous..romantic..Ensenada, Mexico, –Ba-ha-ha! 3 sunburned days, 2 funfilled nights for you and a date, don’t wait! and don’t drink da wa-da..Wait! (free diarrhea, solve the diarrhea and win some relief); or trade it for what’s behind the curtain, tree-curtain, yes! of eucalyptuses swaying aromatically to salt rhythms on a soft breeze waving BYE-BYE! long silky tree-legs wrapped in tree-pants of wet bark, “So-and-So Love Watchamacallit” carved in ’em with a pocket-knife oozing heart-shape sap in back of orange sunsets dropping south, south by northwest, and seagulls, birds, dumping out of heaven’s grass skirts in the sea; in kelp SPLAT! no wait no actually they’re not trees legs, they’re my legs I think,ZINK! I zink I am taller, stretched some (therefor I am). Anyhow t’s my dream, my, –my poem, me, myself..eye, “Aye! aye!” Me. Harbor pilot walking on zem ze legs of eucalyptus looking down and around on blonde bronze surfers legs dangling off boards, lingering zere in ze wide ocean, afloat..over zee puzzling arrays of dumb sea creatures, 1000’s! millions of zem mixed, all shapes and sizes swimming in za ambient jig-saw seas..for hours, zoz zurfers, zey are counting zee tiny swells waiting for za perfect one, to HANG TEN off ze nose of a shark, great white,WHITE! white and private and privileged..shark (great); and, surfed-in from the Islands before The Great War ends, hundred-year-old boards, 25-35 footers, full-size, strapped on roof-racks ’40s woody’s, parked up and down s’and dunes at the edge of the world, our world, plastic..Virgin Mary on the dash under the mirror and a rosary; open a bag of marshmallows in back with the seats folded-down and chocolate milk to chase; and love beads, “PEACE.” It’s just you and me, kid, “KISS! kiss!” “Mm-mm!” Plus all we got’s between us ‘s a Pepsi, some suntan oil, few chips; and a musty sleeping-bag, dam..dem dam beach-bums, dey stole’d da board! (shlepped it kleen away) and worse, still, you don’t get the prize you won in that contest. Turn off the radio, it’s a rip-off, no remedy solves the puzzle. (SIGH) It’s all Greek..Za poetry you zee. ~c. Ps:Christo anesti!