Openings

these are lunch notes
notes rhyme with
throat
like notes
that go
for the throat
but these
are not
made up
like that
they pat
you
on the
shoulder
and say
are you tired
let me in
my own small
way
offer you
a place to rest
here are
the keys to
my car
go out and
bask in
the sun
I’ll meet
you out soon
we can enjoy
the day together

these days are
much kinder to me
so I am
kinder back
I’d
like to think

word tappings
are not trappings
not trappists
but are humble
in the city
they don’t watch
sex in
the city
these words cross
the humble line:
“’cause that’s
some fucked up shit…
who in their right mind
wants to watch that
crunked up yuppie shit?”

anyway, I have
screws in my head
the screws I thought
were there
for a purpose
but one day
I woke up
and realized
this world is full
of no reasons
for
no good

we have
got
to
take care
of ourselves
or the
world will
see an
opening…