They Painted Over It

Pink and blue letters,
Get Rich Be Humble.
Brought us down to earth.
Got us thinking.
We even liked it,
But it had to go.

Inspiration

Used to be a bench on the southeast corner of
Sutter’s Fort, where you could sit in the dark,
pretend the freeway was the ocean, dream
Sutter-like dreams.

Dog Park 19th Street

More smiles and laughter in one hour of one
day at this little prison-like dog park, than in
a City of Trees whose beauty we fear to reflect.

Man’s Best Friend

Knew a guy who didn’t really like dogs
but was lonesome. Something was
missing. So he bought one.

Gave it a great name – cut through the
crap. When girls asked what’s it called,
he’d say Nookie.

Passing the Dog Park

Never married.
No kids.
I refuse to get a pet to compensate for my lack of
courage to get a woman, my lack of wisdom
in not having children.
Every time I petted it I’d wish it was my wife.
Every time I came home and rough-housed
with it I’d wish it was my kid.
Every time it jumped on my bed, I’d wish there
was somebody to fuck.

Poor Kid.

Saw a 14 year old smoking a cigarette.
It seemed so strange.
He seemed so lost.
Nobody smokes anymore.

Repentance

Trying to redeem myself as I get older,
I lust for your eyes,
To make up for who I shined on,
Whose divine spark I rejected.

First post will be December 1

Our blog will cover a variety of topics. The first topic will be Midtown in Sacramento, California. There will be about forty poems, most of them short. The posting will be completed by February.