so hard evenings
     to sink a few,
sit, smoke, and
      grow sick by the
absent pudge
        g-ness how I luv
        green beer glass
            half sunken ass
by the carbonated
            fountain      fizzy
but do not let
  the sky paint
itself

last night, toward
the west,
  one broad
stroke like you
wouldn't believe it.
  I sat and slouched
smiling as never
all the possible
shapes of states
in dry tar
white countries
          to gray and
          us black
mouth of islands
from a rust ring

instant motorcycle
instant alarm
modern church
bell tolls
digital Dodge honks
and a third
alarm!

something like a
whacked-out
      symphony of
south philly
precise V   tool
rosewood to go
seek out
anti-intellectualism

-- and always my color

two

a Celestial & an
Irishman sat
a+   a   +able
in a bar