Had I left sooner or later it would
All have been different, but I didn’t
And got into two arguments, one in
A store and one on the sidewalk about
The neighborhood with two freeloaders who
Do nothing, yet want something for nothing.
Today is Good Friday. You know something?
The world’s violent. I stop at a stoop
To scribble this on the only piece of
Paper that I have, using the back of
A pack of batteries on the flat of
The cardboard, what space I can make use of.
A young man leaving looks at me askance
As if I’m someone crazy here by chance.