mid-terms
a warm spring night in town–the bare-midriffed college girls practice their english lessons on deaf and single-minded handlers outside the theater. the smirking crescent moon has seen it all before
a warm spring night in town–the bare-midriffed college girls practice their english lessons on deaf and single-minded handlers outside the theater. the smirking crescent moon has seen it all before
sometimes you want to wear your underwear to bed [when the train passes, baying low, about a mile to the west] like a memory of hands it’s not a weakness. it’s faith
flimsy sunglasses balancing on a cracked gourd a wristwatch wrapping the stub of a broomhandle day after day, who is it that brings me tea? a bathrobe, worn by a scarecrow
the key–just like the one i have to copy but stamped with an ‘M’ on the other side i search the dream for the door–i don’t find it there but under my fingers in the morning
“spare’ny change, i’m try’na get 35 cent to get myself sump’na eat, to get on the bart, to get down to hayward to see my kids and how are you on this fine day?”