Black Friday.

Place is everything.
Some people count out their exact place,
others estimate.
They call home on their cell phones,
"I'm number 58."

On my way over here
I was not thinking about a computer.
Somehow it would be OK
if I were number 1 and missed the deal
instead of a number 58,
cold and shivering.

Sitting Behind Her at the Cafe.

Wretched cotton
clean and
carefree, innocent, naive,
no--
just plain ignorant.
No brain at all!

Whimsical folds gathering at the small of her back,
(perfectly postured)
the epitome of waste,
unaware of the gold within the strands that caress,
the ungrateful incarnated to infinity.
You fool.

In a Coffee Shop in Collingswood.

A puppy smiled and wagged past me
once, when I was young.
Proceeding on, concerned only
with other bodies of interest.