Three Places

Three Places I've Never Been (and want to go)


He can see us from his perch on the bell tower.
He’s looking down upon the quad where Owen Wilson
and Wes Anderson will one day walk,
perhaps on their way to Stubb’s Bar-B-Q.
They share a similar sentiment; a disdain
for the beliefs of highways and ranches outside
their sweet college town.



Meanwhile, a little north and a little west,
Silver Bullets are piercing through hemp store windows.
The owner ducks…then rises…and carries exactly one ounce –
such is the legal limit to evade handcuffs –
out back to have a smoke.






And later, in a thrift store alley
a wanderer is heating wet Rice-A-Roni
over a crackling fire barrel.
He’s waiting for Danny Tanner and Jerry Garcia
to stop by and swap recipes.