Wednesday, September 10, 2008

mr. molar


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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