Ode to Krispy Kale

eyes weary, still asleep and dreary, door opens to morning fog sun
kicking concrete, converse covering my feet, we withhold our evidence for once
depth perception somewhat denied, peach stone smells of cyanide, i light the cigarette
and begin my morning routine
7/11 for my coffee, man in front purchasing cigarettes, a hot dog and a Tecate
all this at 9am in fancy Hollywood slums
setting down my drink on the counter, i notice what others should ponder, i listen to my mouth producing audible hums
the lucky ticket stares at me, i don't think twice and make my retreat, and deny my chances at making the world cum
two steps out and i realize what i missed back in the store and shout out loud,
"holy fuck"
purchase the ticket and scratch away, a row of pots, a row of shoes and a row of coins,
this man just won a whole 6 bucks!
i slap my hands together with joy, raise both fist in the air and announce to the convoy
"today.. i won"
little victory
how sweet you taste
the small ones matter
more that what the price i paid