Sweets and the Governor

Sweets & the Governor

Sweets and the Governor

he was not about to give into the
hectoring glances that the people
threw his way whenever he went those
days uncounted out of mind for that is just
what they wanted
him to think so
he set his mind
on distracting
memories of lone
neglected flights
from the Coast
to Havana back
when the Governor
would show up
with black bags
of tropical suits
and red bandanas
and demand an
audience for his
latest melancholy
songs anthems really to his own magnificence
and the fickle gods who sent him
spinning out of control at the wheel
of his new Cadillac Coupe-de-Ville

Sweets only wanted to be left alone to
playd the piano at any
cheap-ass
bar or
lounge
he god-
damned
well pleased
but the Gov-
ernor had
other ideas

The Governor’s
Caddie

was

black

The Governor
always wore a
wide brim white
Panama
Hat

The Governor always
demanded these out-
rageous or-chids
be delivered to his
room suite at
the Buena Vista
Hotel where
he kept a
stash of wi-
cked drugs
and a pair
of hot gals from
Merida who he introduced
as his rare cousins on
vacation from Mexico, Vera Cruz

The Governor
was a Big
Man
mas-
sive
arms
should-
ers be-
lly
but
he
had
these
really tiny
legs like
sticks or
baseball
bats

The Governor said to
Sweets you make
me wish for the fishy
days when we were
boys. To which
Sweets said—

(to be continued)

“Sweets and the Governor,” is a dada novel with no beginning and no end, written and illustrated by Samuel Santos-Dumont.

©R Young

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