The library’s doors
laid flat for their new fall paint
yellow tape guards maw
☯
Read the Tao Te Ching
and mop up cigarette butts
in time, convergence
☯
Ah, but how much time…
suppose I haven’t the strength
to while away Now
☯
Posthumous toilets
wrenched sweatily curbside
on crooked revue
☯
Dark at 1:20
(pm, that is): Straight into
summer-ending storm
☯
Mecca Cafe fries
left as breakfast for the youth
sleeping in my street
☯
She’s manic-cycling
(again?), shopping for us all
dog food, before dawn
☯
I can’t die today
I have this steel drum music
to lull my head, to
☯
Escalator from
tunnel to Third Avenue
darker up than down
☯
The iPhone charges
all that was spilled at dinner
spackles down a drain
☯
This house is on fire
and I can only ask, how much
did you have saved in there?
☯
Leaning on a gate
two peddlers in dusty shoes
tongue-bathing Sno-cones
☯
Her inner thighs flex
her bottom plumps to the floor
legs closed, then open
☯
“You can’t bring that beer
on the bus,” so the hunched drunk
flings it to shatter
☯
Jetty, confetti
bride and groom release two doves
breaking east, moonward
☯
The door stands open
until I have to shut it
against yon winter
