goals are important

i watched you as you stumbled down the street
with your blue bandana and red Reds cap tilted
to the side; k. dot would be proud,
but you wouldn’t survive in a real city.

so i jump in my car; turn the key a few times,
pump the gas, and it finally starts;
i drive by you slowly, and throw out gang
signs with my pale pink skinny fingers
(and since i don’t know any gang signs
and you obviously aren’t a gangster,
we look like two deaf people having
an inarticulate Donald Trump argument,
as if there is such a thing as an articulate
Donald Trump argument…whatever).

after our brief encounter, i u-turn
back to the house feeling that i accomplished
something today and proceed to drink my cheap
bourbon as my reward; i love fulfilling daily goals.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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