the three-

[claire_writes]

I love old men who are burnt around the edges-
crisp skin, slick hair
wrinkled face and stories
to chew a hell cup of coffee
into tail hung defeat-
I like Eddy-
don't have any kids that I know of-
by the time it was all done
she sold the building
we played around the selling too
and she died- this was Maarsha?
thick northeast accents-
if i've gotta sit around with
a group of anybody
thirty years from now
it'll be with a bunch
of cats like these-
the grey stubs on their chins
the street slang
slays their grammar,
i'll sit around staining
my teeth with these boys
some day- or maybe
when i'm reborn as
a wandering male nomad,
i'll fall into handfuls of them
at lonely, bent counters, around pies
hey mikey-
thick hand up,
you spare a smoke?
'preciate it .