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