camel back hair
hanging loosely over a shoddy kitchen chair
pinched from the days when I once peddled my ware
like a tawdry tramp whose forced to take to the
slumped city streets
I am somewhere between the back aisles and the
palatial box seats
all too curious as to just where the end and its
beginning meets
ready at any moment for opportunity as it hopefully
repeats............
(written Oct. 21, 1993 pm)