In
and around
the corner of my big green eye
he’s not what I thought
but I’m happy to see him
happy to see me
wipe that smile off your face
before it falls off
in twos
and threes

silly things thought the tiny little thingummies
one thought it strange to place the couch so close to the door
with no agreement in sight
and yet, with one puff
****
everything is as, how and where it should be

single mother
pale, Chekhovian
her social status an anachronism
the length of her skirt another
dollar bills bring sustenance
while the ends that are ever so failing to meet
remind her of an inability to cope
in every single way
every single day

How much is one?
One what?
One of these?
One too many
One short
One day at one time
each one time specific to each one day
From one person
to another one
one thing
always leads to other ones

Bad *** MC
decided to play piano
when he saw the economy wasn't anything interesting

sleep easy
but stay ******
and queasy

I see you on the street
I should look away
but I won’t.
It’s okay
it’s just a phase
it’ll pass
and so will you.