paintings for Japan

4:20 in the afternoon

I'm still in my pineapple pajama pants

watching movies and trash tv

the depths of the damned.

a confident knock on the door,

I thought somebody had forgotten their key

and were too lazy to fish for the spare.

to my surprise,

three adorable kids stood there

with painted pages,

crayola designs.

Would you like to buy paintings?

A smile cracked on my face.

How much are they? I asked.

2$, the ring-leader said.

The money goes to Japan.

Okay, wait right here, I said.

Went and rifled through my wallet.

I found 5 ones, and bought 2 paintings.

These are beautiful, I said,

and they went off on their scooters and bicycles.

Youth is surely wasted on the young,

and I'm sad that I wasted my youth on growing up.