mendicant by moment in time
breath to breath
little names of olde-tyme gods
puff-puffed out with
musical precision
like all prayer nothing more
than a plea for satisfaction
fashionable lotus squatters
buy your way to enlightenment
wearing designer yoga-toga
pretending not to see
hunger pain broken spirits
not your spiritual concern
hot fire spews volcanic crescendo
fear of eternity fear of death
“hey, god, gimme-gimme!”
free reign to exploit murder steal
promises of heavenly virgins
redemption purchased weekly at ten percent
ah the poor forgotten souls
possessing only clouds rain a stretch of sidewalk
huddled close sharing discarded
crusts scrounged pennies
give when you have nothing
compassion will set you free
Here’s a little more scathing social commentary from one of the several Las Vegas Missed Connections poets. I certainly miss seeing the work they used to share… it’s needed now more than ever.
