Wednesday, November 15, 2017

5:00

if I shy away a shutter sounds somewhere
point breeze partly sunny partly trash bag
on wotans day november 15 high of 53
low of 46, not bad, it'll hold throughout the week
60 minute ale, catch my phone before it hits the floor
the envelope falls too and hides its face
renew my driver's license before my 30th birthday
January 14

do you think we're right on track
for a new dark age of humanity
some 26 thousand years

is life imitating art supplies
or am I worrying the mother
at AC Moore trying to get watercolor paper
this one is 140 lb for only a quarter more than the 90 lb
this is actually just for a child

actually I
was a child once
who painted
watercolors

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

the eye

flume shadow split in two
dark and tad darker
knuckles one and two
by the window nov 8
I stand up to see
on Wotan's day
not a single right angle
on a south Philly row
elephant's ear caught my eye
I scratch it on the pad


Monday, November 6, 2017

the mop

eleven eleven
I'm a bed dancer
fleece on my belly
that's all I need now
she gives me the mop
I love it, I tell her give me the mop
I love it when I get the mop
from her
she drags her wet cool hair
slowly down my chest
she thinks the mop
isn't the best name for that
I admit to her
it ain't sensual

Thursday, November 2, 2017

barnes, joe's

Borf borf. I'm
yr huggy bear.

It's like
Steve Jobs
watching
the Lakers
play.

Someone to
come home
to, to
make me
macaroni
salad!

Man says 'that
coffee spot...
on Market Street.'

A small tree
bends in the
wind
I waiting for
the right time to
go into work.
It's a Monday
and it's fall in
Philly.

I store all the
work in my belly
that's why.

I take a 15 minute
break to kill myself.

He wasn't slowing
down,
he was movin' fast
like a glance
at an attractive
stranger

the lights at
home remain off
I'm a token short
a bus behind
someone wishes it
was Friday

hot cider
follows new
signatures
one long bulb hangs
like the ash
off my cigarette.
don't get bored
just yet
check the tracker
there's no tax
no tag hanging
off of you

I'm gonna leave
you
for the pyramids
we are closer to
the age of
Cleopatra than
she was to the
age of the pyramids.

if I wear a
dress to the Barnes
how will I play
ping pong afterwards

I've looked at
the photos,
it's not a bad
place.

Grow up in this
country with the
idea of inferiority

you watch a
sitcom and get
high

it's a meat
market
the ratio is off
a meat market
for ppl tired of
the bars.

meek cuts thru
rottenhouse pork.