no love
like dirty pussy
in a claphill
whorehouse
courtney
smells like
spoiled tuna
soiled & spotted
the front of
her guitar covered
with gray brains
& maggots
lost hole eyes
looking past
death
Mexican sandals
sweltering
heat has
brought out
old legs
in shorts
better left
covered
at the
cafeteria
observing the
movements of
humanity within
the cool
confines
it must be
old folks day
i think
and then recall
that i too am
old folks
except
that i have
judgment
enough still
to keep my
bird legs
free from
public view
then it
dawns on me
it doesn't
matter
we all age
become victim
to gravity
become old
men with
hairless legs
hopefully not
shining above
too-short socks
especially when
those socks
are worn
with
mexican
sandals
noise
(for RB & d.a)
all life is noise
the rattle of
things moving
motion to move
air that caresses
fleshly drums
spears waves
that ride
webs of blood
seen & heard
amidst all the clamor
it behooves one
to remember
the only sound
that counts is
the last one
heard
startling & hard
against the
silence
