cluver street

the dancers have climbed back into their holes

the sailors have all gone back to the sea

and you sit and wonder what you did with all those minutes

late november

august

spring

seasons and months and feet and toes

hands and ties

passport stamps with a large helping of
bus rides

motion sickness for dessert.

and the next thing you know
your eating a casserole out of a dirty dish
and then licking the bowl

that woman with the jet black hair
wants you to buy a flower
wants you to love her
need her
talk to her.
give her everything you own.


you close your eyes
darkness is better than the known


sometimes.

only sometimes

oh!,sometimes on cluver street
late at night
or

on fridays there is half priced beer
most boys seem to get pretty drunk.
most boys are silly.