Ignore this
Ah and there they are
those ladylike swarms of microbes swimming
to my belly
Like all the eons of neon encrusted
signposts
for Pottersfield workers
consuming beer and peanuts
and pretending it’s real.
(Garlic burp wipe beer from mouth
blow smoke in air and stare
into candle
now
the idea)
The smoke dances in the air like a lady evaporating in goodness
under the constant hum of stars too crippled to stand.
“Chocolate beer!” she exclaimed
ah, them Germans.
…
(she called)
…
So i was romanticizing my lungcancerjoyhood
and i remembered rolling cigarettes
for a Vietnam vet
who visits me at work maintaining my sanity
like a guardian angel with a rap sheet
apparently he’s killed a few people and studied psychology
I don’t always agree with him but i rarely tell him so
Because he’s got a face like if Hunter Thompson met my Uncle Tito
Wife died during childbirth
Indian blood brother died building white man’s bridge
but the lines on his face are from smiling.
Somehow I love him as he loves me and Christina and says we’ll get married
A great talker
A great rememberer
At age 60 in Coney Island with so many kids
A nameless father
Anyway, cigarette’s done, beer gone
Candle fell and i
need
the bathroom so
poem
done.