03.02.02.4:03 pm
The Freedom Rider
The Freedom Rider
an Ode Haiku to "The Freedom Rider"
If you're a fanatic and you know it
clap your hands.
I walked outside with the intention of getting my morning caffeine. I was walking around in a pair of shoes made for walking with my hair under a cap keeping it from trying to escape my head.
It was 2pm on a Saturday and I was strolling down Thayer and it showed I needed the coffee.
A nice looking lady in a homeless outfit asked me if I wanted to sign up for a donation for her shoot up for the night fund. My house was her office.
"I sleep in a van down by the river." I told her.
"I'll put my finger in your ass." she said.
"Huh?"
"Down by the river?" she said.
"Down by the river."
I flapped my invisible wings of freedom towards Dunkin Doughnuts, and circled the entrance like birds in Australia trying to rape a grain silo. Kept going, and headed for Ocean Coffee Roasters. Dunking Doughnuts is being remolded.
There was a nice looking girl at OCR. I signed some forms, gave a blood sample and ordered my coffee and spinach bagel. I played with a napkin and my nose. She took a bagel and cut it in half.
I rolled around outside eyeballs like a human pinball, reeling from one shouting neon blood vessel to another, and then had to leave with my cup and bag.
"Hey" I said to the old skateboarder standing at the top of the stairs.
"Hughf" he said.
"What?"
"Down by the river?"
"I have to go now."
I went back to talk to the homeless outfit lady, but she was eating a man.
A headache called, so I went back to beat it.
"I got your number" it said.
Good brain.
