The Henry Heist

On a trip out west
to old Los Angeles
Henry stumbled upon Venice Beach

like he said, the old one not the new.
The he-men and the muscled-women
had shorts up their crotches.

But, Henry watched
the ebb and flow of the Pacific
and it didn’t bring anything to mind.

He did notice how the town
was turning brown,
though, of course, it had

always belonged to the brown ones.
He went up to the Hollywood sign
and stole the letter H.

"God knows if it’s going
to fit in my apartment?"
Henry strained

as he drug it
to the taxi,
the taxi driver protesting.

The letter H thought
"What hutzpah!"
but, otherwise did not resist.