Riding the subway
a black-suited missionary
asked me where I was coming from.
“An all you can eat
with a satisfied grin
to the man
and his disinterested companion.
“I just tried Indian for the first time
they don’t have a lot of culture
where I am from.”
I exited the train.
Counting down the Friendly’s
as Route 140 led me to the mountain
I saw a Blue Bunny
just like the stuff
they put in the vending machines at my high school.
It was parked within a barbed wire fence
separating the sand colored
maximum security prison
from the cul-de-sac of upper middle class New England.
Everyone eats ice cream
(not my usual subject matter, but I was in a light mood)