A Haight-Ashbury Loner’s Afternoon Agenda

He drops his cocktail

• Oh shit, my bad!

  • Cash gone to waste

• Escorted from the lounge

  • It’s time for you to go.

    • Bald bouncer, broad waist

Struggle against his grip

• Hands off, lard ass!

  • He chuckles a little

• Pushed down, dragged out

  • And stay out.

    • Collapsed in the middle

 Of a city sidewalk

• What in the—?

  • Tourists passing by

• Midday, fanny packs

  • Oh my!

    • Urine bubbles down his thigh

And collects in a crack

• Ignore this weirdo, son.

  • Yellow-stained stone

• Dozing despite the hunger

  • Nothing to see here.

    • In public, but alone

 Shitfaced, forehead numb

• Jesus, my head.

  • Chemical taste left from rum

• Tears dried, belt loose

  • Mommy, I can see his butt crack!

    • A red-eyed recluse