Prodigal Son
spreading life thin with wine
women and song
Tenderloin
Tenderloin District
Live Nude Girls on the marquee
in the alley too
Returned
all his love letters
written from Machu Picchu
returned to sender
Oddfellows
a handful of words
to sing of host and vector—
the oddfellows lodge
God
God crouches each night
in a corner of my room,
then springs up to dance.
Circles
In vanishing ink
she sketches circles of light,
while Samson goes blind.
Pie
banana cream pie
winking from the diner shelf
just to torment me
Evenings
waiting for Godot
even though he never comes—
these futile evenings
Faraway
kneeling man
a faraway port
calls to you
Panhandlers
Why do panhandlers
keep muttering life’s secrets
up and down the streets?
