the warm sea breeze
rustles through palm fronds
through my hair
it allows them to wave
to converse with me
such wonderful things they have to say
one large gust
and they all laugh at once
the wind stops
the sun bares down
as if the boss or god himself
entered the room
only silence
only that single golden eye glaring at me
causing a glare
burning into me to my very core
but the sea breeze
is brief to return
i can breath
i can speak easy
to the ageless souls encircling me
they wave
i wave back
we all laugh at once

Yesterday
I had a birthday that was not
a birthday
went places i did not know
met people i did not know
walking walking waiting
more walking
to finally get in
to not be able to move, speak
playing tail but getting none
some fool who seems to be
having a better time then me
gets kicked out on his kicked ***
screaming obscenities from busted lips
smoked all my cigarettes
to filter to the end
to no end
but the day did not end
on the roof with roaches
then onto the street with socialites
then back on the roof
I guess i must be a lonely individual
or maybe there is something
missing
could be why no one is listening
they come stay here
but do not have the courtesy
to stay here
i do not feel im entitled to anything
i just like being informed
of when im to be ignored
or forgotten
maybe
i should have forgotten
my birthday

make my drink stronger
onward to hedonism
ethics? for the birds.

a swing and a miss
when everything is amiss
for a single kiss.

would not miss the sun
if the sun would stop rising
the muse: the bebop

here there is no line
waiting is for drunken fools
come along its free

or … just hop. skip. jump.
hit walls. go thump.
fight those frightening things at night.
go bump.
plant seeds. turn leaf.
get cut down.
go stump.

And
i find myself sitting
drinking smoking
the saving grace
late night Kung Fu
on the television
white lotus clan style
against my swooping crane
defending honor
defining lip syncing
dignity left sinking
carefully choreographed madness
graceful
and somehow greatly unappreciated
they talk of honor and nobility
over tea
while
they talk of nonsense over spirits
fire in the holy temple
fire at the end
of my cigarette
as the fastest the eldest the master
returns to reign down vengeance
beckoning begging for a challenge
none to be found
bar none
in bar in land in tale
art in martial form
smiling like a school boy
bringing this certain soulless individual
joy

the beautiful girl at the counter
smiles back shining
cold bold eyes of blue
as she presents cold water on rocks
no coffee in this cafe
i can not help but tip her
for
how i do love coffee shop girls
perhaps particularly this one
ironic because i do not drink
***** brown bean water
but im drawn to the maker
and the only interaction
i have with her
is momentary
making living
in the moment more important
but the line must move
if all the rest of them
enjoyed the moment with
her
as i did
she would truly be happy
would i were her
would i were able to
share that joy
for a moment
this ****** dark marble counter
proves the purpose given it
separating us
her eyes tell me
"drink fast
return for another
moment"

they who are important
say write every day
so they say
i did not write yesterday
earth below did not
split open and swallow me
sky did not
rain black acid
i just feel terrible
tired
nothing done out of ordinary
only
nothing written
this will not be the end
keep common cursed words
flowing pouring
cease not a source of joy
pen massaging paper
messages from mind
were words to rest
rust
so they say
write every day
they who are important