GREED YOU ARE CONSUMED BY GREED

by maddrunkgenius

——Three wanderers arrive hoping to check-in, but the inn
——is out of rooms.
‘We’re going to find something & it’s going to be amazing.’
——’Hey, I like your hair… Where are you going?’
Some sort of altercation, or avoided one. The bouncer outside speaks into his
shoulder mounted radio.
——The fishbowl with blue liquor & five straws to five months.

Water from the drainage pipe drip-dr-dri-drips foamy out onto the
stone tile patio, everything cool & damp falling.
——The sweet-tasting pizza from late dinner tastes better a
——breakfast than the potatoes. Why?
‘Beary Christmas <3’
——Pesticide
——Free Zone
——’The Ladybug lets you know it’s safe.’
Cross a state line & the old weed fear is back. What is legitimate
or at least irrelevant becomes cause for worry & life-destruction
at the discretion of any officer of the law.
——Is there enough trust for a hostel to work in West Texas?

original Deutsche Brautwurst with Sauerkraut.
——the fries always should be eaten first
Every time the dogs. ‘Hey-eh!’, every time.
——Mother-daughter, mother-son-son buskers, violining.
Baby, red pajamas, blue socks & eyes, legs kicking from the stroller with secret
excitement.
——Out handshaking, talking at people. But a fistbump rebuff.
A flock of geese grounded, being fed in the mist.
——Dubbstick performer under umbrella, blowing his long long horn, tapping foot cymbals.
The parade, an everything catch-call. But MLK’s 50th anniversary dreaming.
——’I’ll get you a dollar next time,’ he tells the street vendor. Everyone knows he’s
——lying, except him.

GREED YOU ARE CONSUMED BY GREED