BFI (Breakfast for Indians) Bin

Oct. 24, 2004

Chowing down,
leftovers from this evening’s
dinner rush.

Nothing to wash down,
the crust of those,
who can eat out,
on a Friday night.

It makes no difference,
to me,
what goes into my stomach.

On warm days,
it’s hard to separate,
grease and salad,
from each other.

Cold days,
it’s hard to chew on frozen pizza,
and a joke,
to eat chilli.

But, down at the Mission House,
I get closer to God,
with each passing meal.
even though,
I got an Indian name.

'Wahbung' andishinaagas, muhwa dodem!

The next time,
you see me digging,
for food in an ally.

Remember,
it’s Breakfast For Indians,
especially,
if it’s a BFI bin.

Here I am! Here I say! Here I look!

Hello! I've been a bad, bad, boy. But, then, I can be a bad boy, sometimes, not all the time - I try not to . . . really.

In anycase, I have been neglecting my blogspot.

Here is an older pic of me, goes back around 2-3 years ago. I'm the guy in red. The other people is George Munroe, Wayne Helgason, and Sandi Funk. Great people to know, if you ever get a chance to meet them.

Talk to you later!