move along

Street lights sparkling amid the broken glass. An empty lot. The bag man knows the weather. One leg gone in Vet Nam. Who cares, get along get along. Bags hanging off his weel chair, can’t stand to piss so pisses anyhow. Pants stained a million times over. Who care who cares get along now. Nothing to see. Sleeps under the light so he can see to fish through his pack. A few solitary pleasures, cheap wine, roll a cigerett. Sometimes another will walk up on him, share a pull of the bottle. Mostly not. Gone to the food bank. Gone to the salvation army. Who cares who cares move along.

Everybody gotta be some place not him. Every body gotta be some thing. Not him. Every body gotta point to prove. Not him. Bag men make no points. Look at him like an animal. Walk faster when he goes to ask for something. Its his own fault. This America. Everybody get shine in America. Everybody get something in America. Can be president. Can be big time movie star. Can be published intellectual. Can be millionaire zen master. In America. Move along. We all got things to be.