as i walk thru this wicked world

i see

mr clean all buff & pissed his clothes spattered w/ paint standing on the busy street corner confronting the young man who is making moves on clean's wife / one wrong word and i swear there's gonna be blows

a lone man in sunglasses holding up crumpled copies of the watchtower asking me if i need something to read

the door open on the church of scientology and i see a huge portrait of l. ron hubbard / his eyes seem to scan the street

a young tattooed woman dropping off dvds at blockbuster so stunning that everyone / men & women / stare in astonishment

am/pm gas station now closed w/ the windows shuttered being demolished by a front loader & it was open just the day before yesterday

& then recognizing the young homeless couple buying groceries at safeway supermarket as the manager of the store and i exchange a few pleasant words which end w/ 'here's to the usual madness'

& there's one thing i want to know 'what's so funny 'bout peace love & understanding'