‘The geezer alcoholics in the corner?’

Wikipedia Poem, No. 867

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     break into 
air 
       leather man
break into air 
     
breathe 
      into  
   leather man
          breathe into air 
   leather jacket
   licked back 
      hair
and 
steal 
another 
      man
        break 
into 
leather 
     man
don't break
don't break man
     don't break   
       
look leather 
man
       break it or lose it 
     leather 
man
break the air 
man
      pomegranate flower
hoplite bannister  

leather man
      slip into 
        the air 
like a man
          breaks in his  
      leather 
man
breaks into 
          the hairy air 
       leather rip
    jacket rip
licked backseat 
          nothing
man sniffling 
a diagram
then sentenceless i don't exist rip
        lick leather men sniffing 
about arson
one might hang 
  about 
arson around
  one night about 
     like smoke
one might 
   break the air 
          smoke around
       one just might smoke leather man

Bukowski’s Place

He had a thick listhp like he’d been punched in his mouth
his whole life. He didn’t ask us to leave
but served us garbage whiskey, asked
a half condescending question
about how long we’ve had the internet
and then shot a small, scared mouse
with a bow and arrow.

We were tourists alright.

improv for bernie, 111820121309 [draft1]

The thing is wide & white
But bearing a ring of amber
Which carries across memory
_like a whisper-washed hair or
Blade, but I think back on her question
And yes, I am killing myself adoringly
Melting my body to the mat

For this knuckle of pint. When I think

Of her the follies rise,
Precepts enjamb in pain, a sweet round
Aftertaste stalking the long dark nap.
Don’t change a word. You
Are wise & wind torn & yr ears are tuned
_to just
Frequencies — the grass whimpers above each follicle
Lip quivering by truth-run conceit. We have
Suffered, but in my ocean, beside your ocean, …

I think: “Bare it,” I say.