Achievement for the underdog
The walk down to the punk house is slow
and the night gives slight illumination,
enough to be able to see the sidewalk
down through the southeast side of town.
A helicopter buzzes above
looking for something:
Weed crops?
A fugitive?
Some hoods initiating themselves?
I cross the street and a girl across from me looks the other way.
Her chubby face is pale in the night, her short skirt shows her thick thighs.
She doesn’t smell bad like those two bums I saw the other day:
The man, long and skinny and wasted,
covered the female’s body while they rubbed each other naked
on the green field between two abandoned buildings in front of a metal gate.
Opposite them, under the shadow of the opposing building,
was a homeless man ignoring their howls of pleasure in attempt to get his beauty rest.
I pass the girl and try not to notice that a car has stopped
and from the inside of that car all I can hear are dark voices.
The car drives past me into the distance and its lights disappear.
Did it turn off, or is it too far away to see anymore?
I look behind myself and the girl is gone.
*
How about the paraplegic who’s sent to Africa to teach homemaking?
Or the man who forces his wife to breast-feed his puppies
and her next child is born rabid?
Give money to rich people on the street because, unlike the poor,
they will spend it on productive things like their daughter’s plastic surgery
or vegan food because it’s healthy.
Don’t vote for Democrats because they’re Socialists
and red is my most hated color.
I like to dress in burgundy with green, lateral stripes.
*
After the show we were all drunken and beat
on the couch, and Rily and I decided to walk outside.
The streets were red brick-tiled.
We went under a bridge in front of Sam’s house,
which led us to a grocery stand owned by a troll.
He wouldn’t take our EBT cards, only gold coins.
There was no money-exchange machine,
and he told us, “I don’t take that poor people money,”
and jumped onto the counter to moon us.
On his butt, he had a big pimple
which I couldn’t resist but to pop.
Guava jelly vomited from its head,
and I happened to have bread in my hands
because Sam’s roommate worked at a restaurant
which gave him tons of free bread,
and I was very hungry that morning.
I had four slices with me during that walk.
Two of them had creamy peanut butter.
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