Here's a recent one.
"Drivel Written at Itl".
"I'm here, baby, set loose on Tucson.
But maybe you've heard.
My agent sent advance word.
I'm here to read.
Not saying this ain't no Spamalot.
Though today I swam a lot while idling at Casa Libra,
because, face it, cuz, Tucson is hot as Kinshasa.
I've backed this into a prickly spot and whatnot,
a cactus-spiked corner, because if anyone
has begun to feel ornery and is pleading for a gin and OJ,
sorry we're just partway into this thing."