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Thank you

Thank you to visitors and viewers for reading David’s poems about Sacramento. The poems can be viewed by clicking ‘David’s postings’, or by going to the sidebar calendar to click a date between December 1, 2019 and January 15, 2020.

Didn’t answer the question

Asked an 80 year old –
Were there more bums when you were a kid than homeless today?
He said in those days they wanted food not money.
They’d rake leaves for a sandwich.
They weren’t aggressive.
They knew their place.
My mom never felt threatened,
Was never afraid.

Customer is King

Walked a homeless woman to a gas station.
Carried some of her crap.
She needed to pee.
Bought some cigarettes,
But they made her leave.

Progress

When they unname Sutter’s Fort,
They’ll think of what to do with it.
Decide on a nudist colony.
Where colonists pretend they’re Indians,
The original nudists.

Big John

In the old days, women coming over the
mountains couldn’t wait to get to Sutter’s Fort.
Have an abortion. Start over again. No name.
No blame. No shame.

Yellow Hair

Listened to a guy on the bus who looked like Custer,
Wore a hat like Custer’s,
Was full of shit like Custer.

Wore a black neckerchief with white peace signs.