Pocket

All my money
Gone
Sucked away
Into their hands

Red
White
Blue

Empty Bowls

No SCREECHING
CHEST BEATING
HOWL
HOWL
HOWL

i knew the odds

...

The air
The cure

The heaviness of wood
and the
void
of
sound

Suddenly Voices and Lights and the Beating of Feet and Drums and Yelling and Hunting and Sniffing and Pissing and Joy and Clawing and Moaning and Desire and Fire and the Rapid Multitude of Things and all these People and their Sorrow and Dancing and Spitting and Laughing and the Snapping of Streetlights and
the touch of a snow flake
I find the path

Slithering among the alleys
Winding through the passages
Charting my maze

Giggling, singing my favorite jiggle, reflecting on the whorishness of it all

And my guts hurt of their own volition

COO
What?
COO
...
COO
Sky rats

And I Explode onto the Scene from the Long Shadows of Short Shadows and I Inhale the Beat and the Lights and all the People Begging and Borrowing and Stealing and Giving and Expecting Everything because what is really Surprising anymore
Red
Yellow
Green
And my pocket rocks and jingles

Clang
One
Clang
Two
Clang
Three
Click

...

The faint siren of the law

I rustle thorough my drawer

I'm quick about it

A few yen hidden

Like a sky rat

And I don't stop to breathe the must
Like the skin of a mushroom
Or a toad

And I get back before closing time
So I can ride again
One more time
Before
I
Go
To
Bed