Welcome to Denver, Motherfucker


He was selling water for a dollar at
the park.
He walked around the lake with his push cart
hollering in broken English
about his product.

One corner was more lucrative than the others.
He stopped there for about 10 or 15
minutes and made
probably 20 dollars
mostly from the joggers with tight
shorts and from the stay-at-home
mothers pushing baby strollers
like boulders
in their Sisyphean
way.

Until a vagrant
who had been sleeping in some nearby bushes
jumped up with a terrible screech,
"HEYYY!!!"
a giant
wild boar
being slaughtered alive,
and hollered
"Get the fuck out of here! This is my corner motherfucker! My corner! Mis cornero! Comprende?!"

The water dealer looked vaguely befuddled
but not agitated.
He said nothing
and left.
The vagrant grabbed a bucket from a nearby bush
rolled up his sleeping bag
to sit on and began
asking for donations.
"I'm a war vet. I fought for your freedoms,"
he said.
"I'm not a giant, wild boar being slaughtered alive."

I wasn't thirsty but I chased
the water dealer down and offered him
four bucks for two waters.

Nearby a paraplegic with stringy black hair
and a goatee and a torn black Santana t-shirt
screamed--to no one in particular--
"WELCOME TO DENVER MOTHERFUCKER!!!"
while watching some
geese frolic in the lake.

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