curling chess men

the chai is simply to watch them
four bucks for a steaming edge
or after hour divorce

the city grabs me visceral
holding in on a ferry ticket swipe
and a typewriter too big for its age

all from somewhere and then here
we are no where
and the head swivel pounds

amounts and cigarette butts
and artists wasting acrylic
in alley galleries

dubious

missive missed connections
on a bicycle riding fast in the fire lane

and adidas carry bags left for cold
in mission foyers
on community funding

where are you friends
so we can ride these streets
on sung stories

and photograph minutes that choke
and climb up trees and telephone polls
to hear just what the world is saying