yes 10:13 in hackensack and i am wondering
why on earth is my skin so skinny
when all the prayers say i should be greasy
my benedictions
should be known widely
how many people are even in this bolted down town
anyway if i stop with all the bolas de acero
cerveza and el gran
poeta contemporáneo maybe i’ll dry up
maybe i’ll go on that boat trip
i promised my family anyway
here’s to the good colonel
working the corner
for the wrong boxer
why fight at all the dog
lucy her coffee bean
rising in the midday sun
takes a dive into the green grass
was it right acusar al presidente
was it weather crashing down on my head
like a thug’s framing hammer
don’t even got a wallet
there’s certainly no cash
i’ll cancel all the cards
before you spend a dime
i’ve been discourteous look
up at the flying cars stare and steal
a handful of photos
of this first great fear two men
with blond pony tails
look at that lot
i should cast them out
of hell for being so official
so beautiful so dour
on this urine soaked street
i stole that photo of the dog
by the balls my dog with the coffee
bean tried to attack the man
fat man slicking himself with sesame oil
this mobile phone suggests a yellow face crying
of laughter
after with my thumbs
i type urine and sweat 🤣 that one
squeezes through the wire like a stranger
to me anyways
chopping grass the old fashioned way
the calendar says hello
with both hands it is august 1
a lens cap in my pocket
a black coin from not so long ago
i looked up mike kanemitsu now
i’m sweating 🤣 memory
passive dogs attack
the passive voice
yes 10:13 in hackensack
and i am wondering