5
can you smell it? it’s airborne, and how exciting is that!
Let the day unfold like doldrums and tea.
Whether it’s inherently bold
or bleak.
And after spray painting the leather strap
on my Adidas, gold
and after Dario hides from lifting
pallet jacks
and after Rich cackles
again and again at the lady in the taco truck
and after Niko, a Labrador, pisses and shits
we power wash the steel wall out front the warehouse-
rustless for the evening
and then-
before mouthwash and night sex,
before lounging under the drifty veil of moon,
and before the Burbank airport pickup
and the hugs and kisses on their tender cheeks,
before that.
We have this. A precious this, perfumed sweet by her voice and his touch,
and their talk of future. Yes, then we have this.
A fruity concoction formed quite easily, neither rain or sun needed,
batteries included. A fucking soapbox jump into blinded street travelers,
knowing you will be
caught.
This we have.
yesterday began with my back sore
and my hands sour from hard work.
at night when im not drinking or
smoking, I watch useless t.v.
and run around nude wearing a perry como wig,
chasing after a girlfriend
who barely knows me anymore. cheers.
