i met this guy who talked and talked.
we traded stories; i held some back;
i could not just say it all at once;
i measured the stories in dog years,
his seven to my one.

the broken wheel of time limped by;
actually trying to gain speed, when
all that would happen was the wheel
spun around and around; a hoop with
no ring to circle.

his gap-toothed smile made it easy
to look away after a Pirate's breath
blows a gale of stench in your face;
still it was humorous to watch him
walk the plank.

he was reading the paper: one picture
at a time, wiping his forehead, mouth;
then folding it, he sighs, looks at me;
asking was that Jesus or Spiderman?
check the name tag.

grabbed my 'welcome to Wal-Mart, how
may i help you?' vest and zoomed off;
found a squirrel who motioned me over,
seems the squirrel had two nuts and
wanted to share them.

11/05/2009

Posted on 11/05/2009
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