DIDN'T CARE

SUNDAY SELECTIONS ON
THE GRAY GRAVEL IN
FRONT OF MY PORCH.
TWO MEN WITH LONG
BEARDS GET IN THEIR
SMALL CAR IN FRONT OF
THE CHURCH AND TAKE A SIP
OF SOMETHING OUT OF A BOTTLE.
THEY SMILE, STROKE THEIR BEARDS
AND KICK THEIR CAR INTO 2ND GEAR.
AS THEY PULL OUT OF THEIR PARKING
LOT A COUPLE WITH A BOOM BOX
SKIP ALONG TO A RHYTHMS WHICH
CONSIST OF WORDS LIKE "WHORE"
AND
"SLUT".
I NOD MY HEAD TO THE MUSIC
AND TAKE A SIP OF MY BRANDY
OUT OF MY FLASK
AND LOOK UP TO THE SKY
WITH DIRTY CLOUDS.
FIRES HAVE BEEN
GOING ON SINCE
LAST WEEK AND WHEN
I TOOK THE SUBWAY TO THE
BASEBALL GAME YESTERDAY
I SAW THE FUTURE
IN A HORRID SCENE OF METAL
MACHINES AND A HAZY SKY
FILLED WITH BLURRY DREAMS
AND A HOPE FOR SOMETHING BETTER
THAT WON'T COME IN THIS
LIFETIME.