Reminder

How to be a voice
for my group
of solos, flying
with the force
of seven tone stones
and the blinding shine
of crazy nice cell
phones and slow stare
“jobs” with benefits for “stick”
while we get sick and get me
hungup with
The Hangouts, resting
ontop of six pack
cigarettes and
the occasional bitch
and moans and “cyclone”
colognes
and This and That and
before finally

 we breathe
sound and it reminds me of           time

When a Wander Sometimes Works

Clogged the toilet
Muttering fucks
Went for a walk
Instead

Can never find
My broken boots
So settled for slippers
Instead

Favorite shop
Was locked and dark
I loitered and looked
Instead

  Aluminum
Roof dance
Floor for boogie sun
And shimmer prism
Trickle drip song
Loose and branching

And then I imagined
Shit water overflow
Cleaning my cracked
Bath tiles
  Instead.

Approached from Angles

Should I be Frank with you?
Or should I be John?
Should I paint a picture
With colorful sighs
or write a song?
Should I wait and hope
and wish for too long?
Should I be frank with you?
Or should I be gone?