summoned

what brings you here,
again,
crazed loon
unraveled in the rising sun.
pants
around your ankles
arcing
your morning beer
from the steps of the courthouse
fountain.
what brings you here,
with
the wrinkled
paper of your summons
held tightly
in one hand.
a cold cot, a hot meal,
and a jail
safe cell
seems paradise for you.
home sweet home
you think as you button
up and head in.