Sloe Foot an Almost Daily poem

A good meal

and I’m truckin’

down the Main Street

(good rap line)…

shops and colors and people

taking my time to look

feeling fine, then curbed on the curb

of the street, a store opens six x sixty feet

easy access to bottles of water…

then standing, walking sloe foot again.

An alien gets on the bus when I’m half the 

way home… now I’m sitting outside my

place watching the paint dry,

moss on the cobblestone steps

distant buzz of chainsaw 

cars passing on street above

pleasures sensors from the pot recreating paradise;

a recreational paradise an oasis far away

from the burning sands of reality,

hey,

we do the best we can eating peanut butter

and jelly…peanut butter is the masculine 

principle and the jelly is the feminine 

makes sense, don’t it?

“Shall I grapple with my destroyers

in the muscular poses of the museums?

But my destroyers avoid the museums.”

Wallace Stevens