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