Traveling Through Town

now, near a tavern…

a euphoric way
the glow pounding
splendid mouthings of love
melting like butter
as if butter

held in contempt
the spy un-mixes the confusion
by completing his mission

managers steal from
their "subordinates"

a classic remake with
additional renewed gore

happy to see you again
who’s been
asking
’bout me…?

dressed up
to dress down in a towel
small town muse
it’s a must for me to multiply
the tasks

what you drinkin’?

the cheapest or the
freeest

do what it takes
just not whatever it takes
use caring judgment
so you’ll be paying less
to the psychiatrist

one dude sits down and after a few minutes asks if any of us will buy him a beer while the band oooooohs big choruses and crowds approve along. for you man, I’m sorry, but I’ve got nothin’ having just bought some for my buddies… cold ones.

now, from an elevated view…

men wandering
standing in one area for awhile
guarding their bags
talking to themselves hunched
over their cigarettes
finding a step to sit to stare
at their feet
without a home
truly humbled
the words we exchange are
of no consequence

desires come and wreck
themselves here, somewhere
outside the city library

and I think How do I see things
any differently?
are some things just funny,
passing the time?

are others pinnacle to
survival and rescuing the planet?

why stop at one planet?

where, besides the library
should I sit still?

what’s for lunch or anything today?

on the street you own what
you can carry conceal and defend

I conceal my intelligence under
silliness and hide away
in an apartment near the
middle of the month

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