Recollecting

I

Slept in and regretted it.
Took the boy on a trip, errands.
The arrival point was surrounded by trailers of beggars.
Beggars for christianity,Beggars for safety,
Beggars for Veterans, Beggars for poverty.
They ask us for help by blinding us
with guilty pleasures that damage our youth.

So the boy indulges,
the excitement growing in his core but
contained.

And when the time has come for him to go
the face torment rises,
then fades with understanding.


II

In misery, I found twenty in my pocket.
Not knowing how it got there,
I grinned immediately for this break.
Who cares how it got there?
Someone was looking out for me.

An hour later, I remembered-
it was given to me for a favor,
but I'd already used it on myself.


III

In my hours and hours of binging,
My feet propped up as I sip my coffee,
I knew I was content.
And behold, a voice
called out to me in the distance.

The beauty, the lustfulness,
the pain of nostalgia grew
and grew.

I must not give in to the voice.
I said No, and felt
triumphant!

And now I listen
for that voice to call me again.