Poem For Bob Poem by June Jordan

Protected by a .357
Magnum out of sight
the sign says,
'Ken's Garage'
and right around the gas
pumps
ten tomato plants loll
ripening
inside a vine confinement
wire tent that's set
to let them
climb
and mime the latitude
of flowers wild
enough
to fly

Today they're green
(Or what about them can be seen)

just like your tee shirt
putting on all passers by
with
'BUM EQUIPMENT'
stretched across your muscled
gut
but really
you can fix
whatever's broken

CHEAP
NO TRICKS!!