Moving water
summons peace
a mild savior
Friday Afternoon
and I'm aflame and afoot
A pleasant errand
and happy solitude
in Morcam Rose garden
A picturesque
part of town
Supermarket chain
huge lottery signs
suspended over
the cashiers
The rich never buy
lottery tickets
a poor sap's game
I'm hear on a mission
to obtain suitable
wood kitchen matches
strike on the box
Always a momentary kick
letting oneself get
lost in the supermarket
The road to St Patrick's
enveloped in gold foil
All the catholic holidays
denuded of religion
and sold to us
as gaudy cartoons
But it was syncretic
with a pagan animistic
celebration of Spring
so I don't cluck my tongue
at children's joy
merely at consumerism
See you later
Plutocrat
No dice
to your game
Out of doors
the world is somewhat
more agreeable to me
Neighborhood fantasies
dog-walkers real estate
lime green tuxedo jackets
cardboard where someone slept
Here we are now
Old sidewalk
inclining upward
Tools at the
Hardware store
Found a little
rock and roll doll
Yessiree
The rose bushes
are all cut
back
awaiting Easter
Thankful indeed
for places like these
We are climbing
up into the canopy
to sit a spell
Smoke the tail end
of a fatty
rolled out of
OG Butter
heavy hybrid
of euphoria and
blessed pain management
A squirrel
(at bottom)
bum-rushed my shot
Entheogenic
redwood grove
Over to Lakeside
on another errand
My leg in black jeans
waiting for another bus
across from the estuary
Provisions sought
and bought
at the natural food
emporium
owned by the world's
richest American
The Lottery won't leave folks
vanities, fantasies
born of desperation
A prayer for peace
and healing
to weary to go inside
but He can hear
me from here
And when I think
I've had my fill
He fills me up again
9 March 2018
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