P I T C H E S
October 19, 2013
“There’s no art to begging”
He said, just ahead, near the liquor store door.
As an aesthete I agreed.
It would always be awkward.
Every Very late, last-ditch efforts,
Pitches inside Big screen night light
Onto a bed in the dead of night.
There’s preaching entrepreneurs, every week newer
With us, all weak.
There’s one non-working guy in the driveway
Who sprung for a buzz saw,
A guy in the driveway, off to the yard, man
His head down,
He Knocked, confidently enough,
(To wake me)
Daringly down on my massive door.
My shitty shields go up for beggars,
I barely heard the guy out front of that store
(Too young, I used to beg strangers to buy beer there)
The liquor store philosopher
Said something like
He said, “Yep, I know the last episode.. I had
Really, really needed..to kneel down on these bad knees.
I asked my something
I waited on something.
I heard it.
Here, Can you hear the ocean?”