solos

washington blvd

the sounds of the ocean

i’ve left behind

are mimicked by passing traffic

 

a man tries to hand me a religious tract

while asking if i know where i am going

 

i answer,

“in quibus qula nihil est ultra absque me

non est perceptiuum, ut ubi ego sum,

illic sit apud umnes est”

 

if he had called me a solopist

i would have taken the tract

discussion with a knowledgeable  

individual is all i really ask

 

but he just stared

and i really didn’t care

 

i pulled out my flask

looked him in the eyes

as i took a swig

never losing eye contact

i then took out my smokes

and lit one

 

he said

“god bless you sir”

ewe, the last word

i guess he won

 

i walk on

say to myself

that was fun

 

select new order’s true faith

and half dance, half walk

down the sidewalk

situated on the side

of washington blvd

 

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