#writeescreed

[lucimoody-blog]

avoid.

We were going

To a bonfire

And a bookstore

So I could show you

Some Bukowski.

But plans always fail

For vagrants like us

The bonfire was cancelled

And the bookstore

We gave up on.

So instead

We went to a parking lot

Empty cement

Surrounded by a church

We took our two guitars

And ran into a minister

Speaking of God.

He prayed for us

(A prayer I didn't want

But probably needed)

And he spoke

Of his fifteen years

Spent in prison.

People can change.

But for now

I prefer parking lots

And parks

To spend my time

Focusing on

The greasy strings

Of my guitar.

Rather than

Dealing with

All the plans failed.

Just give me my time

To create more mistakes

And I promise

I will change too.