L-train

You’re Cute. I say

I know. She says

What’s your name?

I don’t know anymore.

You don’t know?

Yes, that is correct.

Can I give you one?

Sure, why not.

Ok, it’s Tony Brown.

Why am I Tony Brown?

Because you frown a lot.

You don’t even know me.

I can see wrinkles.

Fuck you.

Sorry, just small talk.

Well, I don’t want to.

Too busy frowning?

Yes. You got me.

Ok.

Frown.

Silence.

Frown.

Twitch.

Frown.

Do you want to get coffee?

Smile.

I know a place near here.

Sure, why not.

Frown.

Whats the matter?

Nothing.

Frown.

Fuck you, Tony Brown.

Sometimes I wonder if the crazy man who lives on my street ever wonders how many cats are enough.

Last night we drank a lot of vodka and rode around in a trailer attached to a ride on lawn mower until one of the wheels fell off.

Breath

Running up the street observing,

the people sitting on their porches,

and listening to my breaths as they heighten,

and the soft thud of my feet against the footpath.

Before long I will come to a shuddering halt,

but I will make sure it is away,

from the people sitting on their porches,

and I will suck in oxygen like it’s the only thing that matters.