Again we wander the dark void
like Washington crossing the Delaware for more Doritos’s
knowing that nothing truly significant can be said
of prepackaged snacks… or of the human condition
yet we a pray - chant - holler and sing
and sure most of its just pillow talk
for a nickel - or a little attention
but it sure is a damn purdy noise none the less
reminds me of what old Issa wrote
Insects on a leaf
floating downriver,
still singing
and did I get a chance to show the sweet ass cat I picked up at the thrift store today?
