Friday, March 27, 2015

SMALL COFFEE $1.80

Not exactly 
lagging for want 
of protection 

of some patron saint
so much as 
a few presidents' 

mild faces—or better
still, 
a fine-
arts patron;

and longing,
all-
along to be lured—maybe
by

dayjob wolfhound quicksniffing—

squirrel trail,
to flowerbed pissdrizzle,
to the simplest

smell—of 
sun warmed wood,

then here—
off the boulevard, 

not to mere
dross pennies,

but gleaming
dimes and fresh

nickels in the birdbath;

thereupon,
suddenly

starts a mossy 
uvula swelling

and jangling—'til over-
whelming-
ly it's—

glory glory glory! 
Oh glory be
to God?, maybe

but victory—
to me.