i've got israel envy

stalk the Afikoman

with a spliff-spear

through the cutting salt flats

and the stinging buoy-sea.

numb tongue from

impatient coffee sips.

hash in bricks like gold.

babe-monsters toting yardlong guns.

ah, to be in the Holy Land

with a deck of Hoyl cards

and a head scarf and a couple of

shekels for the cigarette crane machine game.

hide your wine from the muslims--

they'll just get uppity--

but pass the hummus and

turn the wheels toward the desert.