lose or lose, or, what are we having tonight?… Chicken or chicken?
the dust never settled the bet was off and i was hassling during the day and being hassled at night, on the sidewalk the car rolling up onto the curb door swing open and out yelling woman about…
Bare as full as it is, color. light. action and sleep.
sucked away science and the elaborate things small minute, and stupid. Digging holes all day and sweating like a swamp cooler hoping for a tom collins and zima in the desert bar off the state route lined with joshua trees and garbage on the lam from the hometown can. So how about a half open eye shrug surrounded by flies in the reno alley some summer or even in the dead of winder snowed in from earthshakes, earth 50s, doing the twist. and that constant miss, the shucks and oh fucks of midwest instance. blowing out smoke facing everywhere. on the stoop, and out of the loop. Grouped together like a huddle on the field, shoddy somethings for something and the same old same old, hangout, layout, wang out, jerking off confused.
waking up to the black clouds covering the grey and white wisps, the sun jocking for position with help from the wind. The feeling was coming back into my hands and i knew that was bad news. bad nudes and still reeling from the northwestern disaster logged in the woods. the forest that will b my mind and there will only be trees and gold to find. But im smoking a filterless out the window while scheming to make the buck, and do the faux fuck, in the car, in the alley, in the bathroom at the mall, all amiss with dropping things and having to bend over. Having to reach and always be reaching for some semblance, a choir of standard colliding and crying. i stumble around. Theres the obligatory vomit and horrible fecal mess while safety orange is scrounging again, been up for days im sure. Sitting and sitting and laying down and causing what nothing, just shhhhhh. murders been true. leaves stuck in the fence surrounding the pit construction site. another block to make something happen and another thing existing to creating more things to exist in and out, solid and not, is and isnt. Just still. Still. Itll turn around, oh yes prophets and states driving through.
America.
here we arent.
there we went.
