poems for the young and tough
yes, it’s true -- I’m mellowing
in the old days
to cross my room you’d have to
step around and between
discarded trash and empty
bottles but
now the trash is
packed neatly into
sturdy garbage cans;
also I’m a good citizen, I save
my bottles for the city of Los
Angeles to
recycle
and I haven’t been in a drunk
tank for a good ten
years.
boring, isn’t it?
but not for me as I now
stay in at night,
listen to
Mahler and watch the walls
dance;
as a newly mellow recluse that’s good enough
for me.
so I’m turning the streets back over
to you,
tough guy.
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