Flim Flan Van
The Flim Flan Van parked
Down the street...
A man stepped out...
His guise was neat...
He made some scratchings
On a sheet...
A couple people formed a crowd...
A woman dressed in denim
Howled...
A man with barrel belly brayed...
The van had parked far from the shade...
An older couple swooned and shook...
The Film Flan man gave
Them a look,
And then he opened up his trunk,
And hauled a table out
For kicks...
He placed some gadgets on it's top,
And pretty soon he couldn't stop...
His words went down like
Fancy wine;
Molasses in a summer rain...
The people in the crowd were wowed...
They never seen such
Sparkling jade...
Across the street a teenage boy
Brought bags of trash
Out from his home...
Into the dumpster
He pushed in three...
Two tumbled out in his melee...
He almost left them on the ground...
But thinking better of his place,
He scooped the can,
And paper waste;
And pried them back into the mouth
Of that stuffed dumpster
Where just one breeze
Would overturn all if it please...
A bird flew in as he walked back
Into his house for what he lacked...
Within three minutes he returned
To shove more trash
Into the urn...
He then retreated to his shack
His dreadlocks bouncing
On his back...
By then the Film Flam Van
Had left...
The crowd dispersed...
The air was dense
With thoughts of prospects,
And undoings...
These wraiths returning to their
Broodings...
3/23/24
Bunny Villaire