Almost high noon…

~~~

~~~

I tap tramp trail

selfish soiled slothful ~ won’t

even do a labor job

on the horizon something better gets closer

~

Yuma ingrown

not too friendly

charitably

feeds me

~

Jesus is

the company

I seek

in my unapproachable way

~

A cute chubby little blessing

crossing the street

smiles & gives

me the time of day

~

And in the ghost town of

my mind

a hammer is heard

hitting a nail

~

The Wall Street Occupiers

& The Tea Party

have started rebuilding

Mary’s Saloon

~

Where she continues

to

serve

shots of pure grace

~

Ahhhhhhh grace

the ability

to do

good deeds

~

Down the tracks

a shrill whistle

blows &

a train approaches

~

Bringing us the next

President

of

   the United States…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2012)

~~~

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