look
that homeless babbler
stands on the mailbox
as usual, speaking nonsense
(salvation thru self government)
in his tattered tartan.
We’re out on Saturday nights
dressed to kill-
(accomplices in bombing starving brownskins)
and our
(consumption means extinction)
(silence is assent)
Cadillac Escalade gleams
up to the club ? there he is.
Someone
(should self-actualize)
should call the police. Want
(atriplemochahazelnut
lattewithfreshcreamand
chocolateshavings?)
some java after the rave?
I could really go for a
(frenchvanillabean
uberespressocaffeineinjection)
cup of coffee.