sometimes I wish people had tails,
at least with a tail
one could see a little more
how people felt about you
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Sitting on the patio,
Sitting on the patio,
Finished closing the restaurant down
Having a beer,
and just watching the city
its quiet tonight
Some cars are moving about on peachtree st.
And a couple pf people
Really not much
As i said before
Quiet.
All the stove and ovens and eyes are on pilots
The large stock pot
Is working away
On the remi.
My knee is telling me winter is coming on.
And a woman walks by with her phone to her face.
I watch her.
Wondering if she will walk into something,
But she doesn’t
At least not while I ‘m watching her.
Well.
It’s time to check all the doors
Make sure they’re locked.
And go home
Tomorrow is fish day.
Salmon, skate, lupe de meir, cod and sole are coming in.
And i got to butcher ’em.
I know your way
“I know your way,
when pressed
you leave.
this no more unexpected
than you sinking into the shadows of the city,
or going completely silent
in a middle of a conversation,
lost in thought.
“I watch from a distance,
with respect.
Though I’d like to cross the street
To stand beside you
And see what you see.
I wonder what battles you’ve fought
to make it here.
After a somewhat more difficult life,
you are aware they will lie;
and that their lies will serve themselves,
not you.
So one dream alone can reveal your grief,
Or your ecstasy. “
I take everything doubtfully
1
A bat hangs upside down
during the day sleeping;
but at night he comes down eats.
I can see the doubt
hang from the ceiling waiting;
but at night it comes down eats.
I take everything doubtfully
even hope.
I had a dream once
but when I woke,
I could only remember half of it,
and at the end of the day
the rests fades
and I remember only I had a dream
2
Sometimes we act
go in and out
do this and that
and easily forget
what it was
we were actually
setting ourselves up for.
How truly we don’t know anything.
-I don’t miss you.
sign out before you leave
and don’t take the pen.
OUCH!
Waiting
How many times have I waited
here at this spot
playing with the links in the chain
spinning it around
pulling it through the poles,
seeing how much I can pull to me.
Silently you kiss me
your breathe tastes of smoke and beer.
Can you really see the air?
You could be looking at nothing
but air.
This silence
this wondering
I fear the pain you are causing yourself.
How many times I’ve wanted to leave
let you come to this spot
like you do each day
and wait
for an hour a year
in your silence.
Smyon-Pa 