plenty 

Man crawling towards
In a drunken 3:52PM stupor
To
Downtown park bench.

Just fallen down like
A
Sack of pens,
Scattered yet held together by a 
Shred of equilibrium balanced by gravity.

His red coat in the 82­ heat,
Unshaven face,
Stinking body.

The humanity 
As
It
Has
Been 
Quoted,
What could have been so bad to 
Want to take feeling good 
So
Far.

Plenty,
For him,
I presume.