Wednesday, April 3, 2013

DAS MAN

Seems
like nothing

today
is going
your way. For

example—this morning,
some orange-
vested

toughs came along
and

stole
all the

trash off
the highway

embankments 
before you 
could notice

how perfect
it looked in fast-
forward from your

hatchback. And then,
later—at
breakfast, you
distinctly

asked for
stratus clouds

with your
deluxe crisp-
wind-and-tall-
sky combo 

platter; but of
course—someone
screwed-

up
again and gave 
you—cirrus.