funny, how I get poetic
when I am broke and looking at eviction
or how, I get romantic
when she packs her bags and leaves
or I, remember how the
bills were s'posed to be paid
when the
power goes off and silence
comes and
the only light is my dim
memory

Oh, what a suit;
what fine noble thread,
below blinding pearly whites
and such a nice hair of head.

"Lose a little now to gain twice as much later.
Don't be a dope," (schmuck, fool, sucker.)
That's what he said through sharpened teeth.
I should've known better than to believe a single thing.

A wolf invited himself inside and talked me into buying his sheepskin suit, but it turns out that he was a fox disguised as a wolf in sheep's clothing, and so I bought the wolf's skin too.

"A two-for-one deal,
whaddaya say?"


I can't believe I fell for a walking cliché.

the foreground present looms
in  the past horizons backgrounds
stably consistent
in parallax focus the relative sizes of near
past over far
arises converges in a distant view
of fences shadows on the edges of fields of
diverging infinities,
darker plateaus
and converging realities