wildly, like

       pidgeons in parks

bread-fed along with little

kisses from an old

man with no home

nourishment from known

food guide pyramid

corrosion. how many servings

of spraypaint and sawdust

and being so thirsty youd

drink urine off the streets?

brown he said not white

 stay away from the BROWNs

she said ill have to buy the book

is it a very long book?

what naïve legs of lamb to

 shizam for but regular

tea she said but when did

she get free she said

pasting old Joan Crawford photos

over her eyes and ears

so we cant see how

little she really knows.

i dontt think i can afford coffee

but i cant 7euro-fifty what

i trieding for before but

wasnt really paying attention

to who or whom

is it just a small disgrace

to my

       unorthodox handshake

or shake anyway what#

like until march of next year

he said i dont know maybe ive

been there before he said

rolling his dice and

moving his piece three

spaces of the game of

Capitalism—but couldnt

pass go.

i woke up in the middle of the

night but even that doesnt

stop me from being a few

steps back.

       three to be exact

was it your monogram?

was that your halogen-lamp

ed monogram

       green or black

sitting in the back

of a train

i didnt know his name

but i recognized the song

i played it once in band.