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The curtains remind alcoholics of church

Alcoholics remind the room that there is no revolution outside



The parking lot coughs travelers up through the late morning

With bad land water on their face



By noon this thought finally finishes

Like upright last words

Four months of a slowing solo

You know it’s over

When a gangster admits that he doesn’t know



History is funny when visualized at noon

Two noons to a flight to a trench

A dust cloud of human form

Mostly arms

Flesh and smoke

Bored and nowhere

And nice time

And nickel genocide

Peaceful oddities



Like the two years before Europe lands

Or earth tone weapon handles

Pages in a projectile’s life

Run the air

Over arms

And nice times

And every bucket genius I know



Conversations in stone colors

See monuments to circus

Clown debates

Clowns who kill for nickel

And nowhere

And nice time



See fights on busses and planes

Worn down routes

Worn thin passengers

Police who have never done one good thing in their tenure

Not one good thing in their tenure

Yes

Police are teachers who fifth graders remember

More than spelling



See human rights in stone colors

Under a noon angle

And nice time

And noon

And nowhere

Two from flight

All funny to me



Lead teeth to copper glory



1980s sky

over life that is plenty and cheap



blood bubble



get money



miss the road already



wretched 40 years outdoors



battling landmarks and flag rope



the poor man’s conscience

eats scraps and ambulance IVs



free ketchup for the people



pennies on a hotel table

remind me of 1980s martyrs



when I’m a few hours

from gone

• Spoken Word
• jazz
• nu-jazz
• poetry
• San Francisco