there was a productmarl in the brown grass beside the sidewalk 

                                                                     notoriously homeless productmarl 

characteristically stereotypically 

                                  they tended to be slobs happy to let others cleanup after them happy to let others hose off looseshits they left on sidewalks stairs steps 

                                                  or maybe they were comedians performance artists  hoboes no more 

the thatch of crap jumbled together caught his eye despite reading Juneteenth as he walked

it was congealed by something he couldnt see 

what he couldnt see he didnt touch

there were two large Jack-in-the-Box cold drink cups could drown a baby in one shredded translucent plastic lids cigarette butts ash four lottery tickets tornup 

                                                Hey, brother, can you spare a dime (for a bite to eat a cup of coffee)?

has degenerated Hey, man, spare a buck (for a pack of cigarettes lottery tickets or Ill find out where you live and shit on your Welcome mat)?

0915,  Thursday,  27  7. 23

1517,  Thursday