Hrurr-City

HRurrRH-city
        All-directioned drone

        sharply wanting at every street corner
must MUSTing for a dollar, a smoke, some
                sleepslosh

        Some joy to drum and greyboogie on Market St.
        Some cram and urge unleashed,
                spurred on by Hermez girls
                                in their billboard spikes

        Some dull and muffled goneconscious   ness
                wrapt in grimesack
                mopt hair akimbo
                slept in unease shadows
                slept for 13 peaceful moments

        'til raucous dawn clatterd in
                awoke the restless want

                (sore kneed stumbled; peed in alley)

        skritchd a burning thirst for
                some sweet peace
                in calamitous hell.

PLEASE, a dollar! If not, frick'n die!

        Not dying, city revolves ever.

Fruit

The plum, the fig, the peach
        infusedin the grapes of my
                        heartblood,

rounding an arc of content
        dis integrating particles of
        dis integrated earth
                        and sweetsun's dew.

The sweetsweatfarmer's        kindness
                        dissolving into
                        soft jams of shit in my
                        guttunnel.

Thanksto     the orchardists.
Thanksto     the buzzbees.
Thanksto     the claygranite.
Thanksto     the starfire.
Thanksto     the liquid.
Thanksto     the leatherhands.
Thanksto     the exhaustion.
Thanksto     the stockingwell.
Thanksto     the pickingpack stowestack.
Thanksto     the tall Latino.
Thanksto     the un numbered more,

        my bonebag thrives another day.

                    Shanti!

                    Santé!