"Saturday in the Park"

I’m living alone
with cats and playthings
that echo against the cheap subfloor,
the double pain windows. Cereal for lunch,
beer and bratwurst for dinner

bouncing between everyday errands
or meditative debauchery,

Calcium crickets and worms for the lizard
and half-off castoffs that take up my day

interjecting between the dialogue of sun and fog

Today is a good day to be alive.

4.9.11