ping

 ask yrself

why you're here
in someone else's

promised land
wrinkled brown eyes dip

to the flourescence
  my thigh

touching yours
on the bus

42 minutes stood up
gym bag and all

no matter how
much money

this man is screaming
 for 20 cents

all he wants
is 20 cents

and nobody'll give
 it to him, not like that

not that sound
 of sarcastic desperation

red wool skirt

frantic arrows to my head
hard worrisome dick

i'm not in search of anything
something to practice

humble kid in 04 infiniti g35
(not his) just here for the reading

in calcium he purchases
the morning fraught with incense

tea by plant most'll think dead
it just needs some sun again

taking simple pleasure in wind, light,
and body that feed us

exclusive

watch dark souls 3 early footage
smoke from hello kitty bowl
tip well on house red who wouldn't
beautiful people beautiful bartender
bartender who works on poetry nights
listeners who work on their posture
poets who sweep back their hair
lovers who look past themselves
i look past the streetlamp to the moon
what does it mean to be unkindled
tomorrow i will return to work

in prog

i came back into the world like

latino chokes out white beard hero

siciliane beside bed remind me: pakistani hash

by way of fresh slices each night

which is nothing like what we got back home

back home my pronouns are wrong

lill is 65 and works 40 hour weeks 

at the church of scientology for $3.50 an hour

jill is 63 and works in a law office

she defaulted on her student loans

i read her letters from the collections agency

skipped lunch to spend 30 minutes in the bathroom stall