Home Now With My Cat

Home


the enormous
intersection
crossing
valencia
at 15th street

Now


riding the express
101 bus
from cotati to san francisco
opposite indian girl
and possessed by

the wanderer's boner


With


a suntan
at black night time

duffle bag next to my bed

and work in the morning

it is silent here

pure as the white walls,

stucco

roommates sleeping,


My Cat 


and i look out our window

the BART train
seems to howl
through the
brooklyn / queens borderland
or is it just the cave
of my ear canal?
setting the alarm

Exiting a Wendy’s

i was suddenly and unexpectedly
confronted with
the empire state building

directly across

the street

what else could have snuck up so profoundly?

 -shit! (love? death?)

Melatonin Thursday

why should sleep

feel like a police officer
patting you down?

remain perfectly still
do not tug your blankets
no funny business

the darkened walls of your room
are not the engorged shadows of streetlamps

8-bit litigation

when a relationship ends
there is no avoiding
that hour when you exchange
bags of each other's belongings
pathetic items
unsure where they really live
like silent children
in a samuel beckett custody battle
where the adults
are as strange and composed
as two high definition flat screen TVs
which are being lowered with great care
to the bottom of the grand canyon

“Bushwish”

in water-proof khaki jacket

looked like the asian-american
of 1961
in his pressed way

he is older than he seems
with his finger on a subway map
he implores me

according to the note
scrawled in his hand
he was looking for an apartment
in bushwish