1214. DID NOT, WILL NOT

DID NOT, WILL NOT
This pitiful, little homemade sun is
enough to get me mad. Phone message
on the mantle piece, stretched-out words
written by some braggart in heat. I've
tried to live like this, around the corner
all my life, yet somehow I've never made
it work. Pitiful, little homemade son.
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There's Chinese writing on the window.
Not that I'll ever know what it means to
say, but this sign-guy came by with his
letter-forms and stepladder, and went
right to work. He said it's 'really solid
matter, man,' which I only pretended to
understand. Pitiful, little homemade son.
Light's on in the alley, bright yellow :
pitiful, little homemade sun.