Cavalli's

stopped by for a minute
for a therapeutic stanza or two, or three, or four
because i read something
about helping the little kindergartners
with their smiles
it was something about
growing gardens
and composting snacks

yeah, i get it
this poem is too literal
maybe post-bukowskian, even
i wish i gave a shit
because poetry is one
art form that is the most
full of shit

so yeah,
kindergarteners and smiles
and all that hippy bullshit
i'm not really criticizing it
it makes sense
let them experience joy

some kindergarteners
have to deal with
some fucked up shit
like drunk dads
and perverted brothers
and shitty moms

their smile is not there
and much like my own,
their smiles will not appear
not even after a million composted snacks
and appropriately platonic student-teacher embraces

i'm not trying to shit on your parade, stranger
i'm just saying, that it's
not always as possible
as you might think
but then again,
this coffee is terrible
it's raining in San Fran
and I'm just fucking pissed off