he’d dug
hands into holey
suit pockets poor
to watch television
to help him decide
every channel promised
wealth and truth, health
beauty and a way away
in the window bird
tree lawn street
and worried visage
neighbor
“all going to hell
my man the best
savior”
replied “ok"
then "goodbye”
four hours passed
went to bed
dreamt toothpaste
woke again and dressed
holey suit pocket
poor
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