Speaking of explosions

A poem and a cartoon about two bombshells

I’m a bit hungover from all the chaos last night. I haven’t been home for the 4th of July for a few years and last night the thunder of of pops, crackles, bangs, whistles, whirrs, and booms going off all at once went until 3am. It doesn’t scare me anymore; I know it’s just families out there enjoying some cathartic chaos. But I don’t think my cat is going to dart out the door again anytime soon!

Speaking of explosions, I wrote this poem ages ago for a friend’s birthday party at Club Deluxe, the new Art Deco jazz club in the Haight. She was the cutest little redhead with the most translucent skin, and at 30 still looked too young to be drinking martinis. My dream is for the Vau de Vivre Society to include it in one of their shows. But for now, published for the first time, a $pecial for the Cave, may I present:

The Ballad of Lotus La Roux