the ten of diamonds

i’ve seen religious skirts and leather pants and I love McDonalds coffee and all this just sort of happened and it must be magic and we’re gonna find a four pillar porch or a green park bench and sit and chug chinese tea or portugal wine and we’ll remove our hands from our pockets and shake around and maybe we’ll walk east and west and collect cans and get enough aluminum trade in barter for some coins to get us a cigar and we’ll smoke it behind the bakery and drink what’s left of the portugal wine and we’ll think about religious skirts and leather pants and McDonalds coffee again and we’ll know that it’s magic and then the mood will change and things won’t seem so magical anymore, but we will hear of an old friend who is grey and needs a cane and never stops talking and loosens people from their grips and has lots of love to give and we’ll know it’s magic.