A walk in the Park.

Were all doomed to dreams of soaring though the stars
while naked, sweating through already soiled sheets.
Our contentment is based on our ability to ignore
the influence of the rotten, spoiled world around us.
I'm not one to smile when getting a ticked
for smoking on a sidewalk;
standing amongst the butts and the ash
recounting "Yes sir's" to a cop
with excellent penmanship.
It begins to mist as I saunter home,
becoming a pitter-patter against my coat.
I'm thinking of my putrid bed
and where it's going to take me.