Robin C. Pinkman- A Poem

               on the fouler 

               revelries of 

               saturnalia

          

               It’s true

               i’m nothing but a rat in the base-

 ment of the Berkeley Public

 Library rooting around for sixty

 year old crumbs  dreaming of a

 better life as Jack Benny  or a

 tennis pro  or i guess it’s okay

 to be whatever particles these

 are until they fall victim to cancer,

 or whatever other degenerative

 malady

 i can’t see straight anymore

 there were giants

 once walked the earth  and

 those were men of great renown

 who defended us in the last great war

               but not against the garish mural i ran

               my chubby little fingers against.

                               Sacramento 10/11/12