the posh lawned isles
don't daunt me
but scare the paper rich
cooped behind wall hedges
eyes closed
my street tonight hosts
a dead drunk middle aged woman
whistlin at me across the street
as her neighbor
circles a fatboy in his backyard
and i lean against my ragtop
on the same blacktop
i did thirty years ago
and little separating us
for my best pal
lived in a plex
and i on a river
a bike ride between
on the way
to the same classroom
and the same girls
