When I Observe a Bird

When I observe a bird
in flight above Brooklyn
over trees and shit and cemented garbage
soaring over the sound of families snaping
together, then apart,
like talky legos
I think of subway trips and then
of Kathy again
and when I search for the bird
in flight above Brooklyn
there are knockout clouds instead

City Man

I've never faniced myself a city man,
sifting through all the bullshit
like a professional.
Getting up and tieing up and smiling
in the mirror and cursing those dogs,
Yuppie little fucks.

Yippee! I'm a Yuppie!
Paying the rent is easy!
The coffee is so good,
the futons are so replaced
and my feet feel so
decent
on this rug.

Eh,

I can't really call myself a city
man. I'm not
with the push, I'm not in the fire.
When people breakdance in the subway
I sit on my ass and read.
When my friends are out and drinking
I am home and drinking
typing this poem about tonight.

So,

No,
I really don't think I'm a city
man. But I have to say this:

In Brooklyn when you're alone,
perhaps waiting
for company,
it's a much more collective experience

Tiny Screenplay

Drips

What Are You Up To?

Lookin' into my crates
I can see that the ammo is runnin' low
Wow, those screechin' lizard horses with pointy piss teeth are still comin!'
Some are flyin!'
I'm only 23! Much too young to lie!
Jesus oh jesus jesus jesus

Com'on boy! Make that goddamn bed!
Maybe you can justify your twisted experiments for the Good Life
     Just 
         one 
            more 
               time...

Oh Honda

Oh Honda,
Please keep going.
I cannot afford
for you to die.
I'll pray for your fluids etc.
If you will pray for mine

Remember the first time
I changed your oil?
I recall not knowing exactly
how much you needed
but when I wiped your oil stick thingamajig
and you let me turn the key
It just worked
and it's been that way
ever since.

Sure we've hit some potholes
Sure you're not too quick
Sure the AC's barely cool
And the dash is full of stick

but i'll always fill your tires
when they are looking low
and i'll always lead you safely baby
through the rain and blowing snow.

Plus,

You're Japanese

And I'm kinda bankin' on that.

I Was Talking and Watching You Listen

We have met in sentences
but today I found you
old and at the end
of a New Haven space,
silent,
on wooden flooring
behind bobbing water eyes

We have met in smiles
but today I knew you
in the patched corner there
beside ripped sheet
covering screen
smudged window
and a slight regret

of another day
when we are both
The Age, clutching
drinks or a conversation
or a story about your job
and the story of my reaction

We have met in glances
like puffs of notes
but today you gave me
my dark
and in return I gave you
your poem

I Click

I click on "Entertainment"
on the CNN website
and before the page loads
I'm already wondering,
"Why did I click on 'Entertainment'
on the CNN website?"