Saturday Evening

Lying in bed…fan on…music next door

from a party, not loud, not like Mexico…

background beat and notes quite earful,

earrich sound to go with no pain of old

man…sweet like posts on X of people

with their animal friends even though 

I’m alone, in fact but not in spirit since

I feel the people at fiesta next door, the

people suffering in wars, the evil that

must be stopped for the world to remain;

I feel all of it, it’s my job as Buddhist/

bodhisattva/poet/prophet/Johnson just 

yer neighbor, glad to help. And I think 

we’ll get along a lot better once 

the change happens.