Vagrancy

Sign outside a motel causing consternation for

prospective clients, but that’s not the point.

Think of all the starving children, or not, it’s 

up to you, only you can prevent forest fires…

reruns…king of the never-has-beens…going

nowhere fast…it won’t be long now.

“Move along, nothing to see here.” 

Those are the first words I remember my parents

saying to me.

So I moved along, a vagrant, vagabond, near-do-well,

just another brick in the wall until there was no wall…

when will that be….I tasted a golden age when I was

young…that was my instruction.

I see some of them…

ladies with a pretty face,

but what goes on behind that face

is pretty ugly.

Poor Homosap, struggling like he

has a bad roommate, which he does,

himself, and doesn’t know what to do…

poor sap

sad sack 

to be continued 

on and on and on

it doesn’t have to be this way.

I’ll just wait over here.