last fall and running into iphones with legs

Looking around

They all seem 

disconnected from them selves

They bump into me

and an old man walking

on the sidewalk
no apologies
needed
never
when you've got
things to like

on 24th

never looking up

talking

looking down

at rectangle versions
of themselves

of their friends

and family

and there is a wife lying
and like

many girls standing still

looking as though

they're not alone

behind that box

and many boys

and their new sneakers

i try to pretend

that they're all reading

about the ocean 

while they throw away

their body parts

and maybe

their shame

and butts
on the ground
grey by grey
sidewalk squares
they have no time to look at
but who thinks about the ocean

unless you're an ecologist

that's on 

some lame shit
nobody can get with

or maybe

i'm not the only one

who thought

they'd rather be walking

into crashing waves

this grey morning

to be rid of all

the beeping sounds.

instead

find gold

find brown

find

in thoughts

that are incomplete

and muted.
i want to mute the beeping.
find gold
find brown
find
in thoughts
that are incomplete and muted.
that are incomplete and muted.

how can you 

blame me?

diagnosis

This man had his dick out in his hand yelling towards the west side of market street, pissing freely, maybe not so freely and in dismay, but either way free enough, when I saw my now ex-lawyer passing by me look just as Mr. Magoo-ish as ever. I shook his hand and he told me he dropped my case because it's dragging on to long and, simply, a waste of his time, which I agreed to immediately. He said, "What's going on with you?" and I said, "Sometimes my shoes come untied too quickly, and it makes me taste the way milk does after a bowl of lucky charms." And he said, "Well I'm sorry, too, and you have got a warrant for your arrest." and I replied, "I'm sorry, what was that? I have a hornet for an artist?"