I woke with a new headache,
a new pimple, and someone else's sweatshirt.
surprised by the destruction of memories,
a good job drunk on my part,
also, surprised by the meatball appetite,
I put on sunglasses and shoes,
and cursed the day for being so nice.
sadness is supposed to be reserved
for thunderstorms and soup.
I got a five-dollar footlong from Subway,
and ended up giving half to a hobo with a dog.
He gave half to his mutt.
He said his name was Harold.
I sat with this fellow for a quiet hour.
We spoke of the nice weather.
Before heading off to look for a job,
I asked Harold his favorite Red Hot Chili Peppers song
and he responded without hesitation,
"Soul to Squeeze, man! That jam was on the Coneheads soundtrack!"