fall.2

fall touches the sun spun side of the earth. and permeates. gets into everything. even your smile.

fall

fall rises in the system. hot coffee becomes special. essential. we need each other more to keep warm.

i could not have known

how to live
had i not taken many risks
uneducated
with a no reward principle
to guarantee my
misery

feeling normal
never taught me
nothin

an unfortunate sound

i don't mind

sure i feel bad for the kids
decked in flippers
and snorkels

waiting for the
 green light

a pipe burst underground

inky liquid came to
 surface by the pool

 i never swam here
but i lived here

and
came to consider
the filtration system
an unfortunate
 sound

b street theater of life

friday night coming on

all the singles hit all
the corner stores for
bottles

that was me
in chicago

once i got robbed
walkin home

a knife to my
neck i yelled

take the fuckin booze
its yours

i was broke anyway
and tired of my life

they left me runnin off
empty shakin
hands beatin
heart

thinkin

now i really feel
alive

thought no.7680012549991623842738

cannot be trusted

Sofia. B street theatre

city and her music of noise

was america was
chicago was life worth
working for ina cross
road. you and me and any one
fought through the seasons
the vocals the
exhaust
the steam of whistling
industry
i could feel the touch
the warmth beneath your voice
in a cold world
you could shout you could scream
you would have to
to be heard
then the aftermath the streets
the faces ina diner
ina hard won heartfelt
part of town

mocha skin tones made by
sun and genes
cream and sugar and
coffee black
where noise is music
toasting broken hearts and
dishes and bottles. you woke me up
i can feel you today thousands
of miles away

i can laugh
i can cry ona dime ina city
and the music of
noise
i was and wasn't
there