All Those Moments...

Ever present tumble,
sheeted rain
forever long.

“I mean, really, I’ve never seen a better throw.”
“Even better than �" “
“Yup”.
“Damn”.

Footprints don’t hold in puddles.

“Hey, hey! Get off my
car! Filthy scrag!”

Hidden in reflections, rags and feathers,
chased out by fedora and overcoat,

“As I wa �" what the hell was that?!
Seriously, what the?”

they run through worlds
real and copied

“I’m telling you, there’s something
moving through the cars.”
“What ever you say chief”.

the chase in ten thousand falling realities

“It moving?” �" “Probably not.”
“How you know?” �" “Well we ain’t moving.”

splinters and repeats,
ends and rebirths

“So yeah…I gotta go…
I’ll see you tonight…huh…
I’ll find out tomorrow.”

Sirens wail,
traffic shunts forward in stuttered steps.

“Turn the f’king thing off!
We can’t cause no trouble!”

Strings of neon shatter on chrome alleyways.

“I know it’s a traffic jam, but man,
city at night, beautiful.”
“Dude, shut up.”

Barefoot dash to the main street.

“Nah, Cortazar’s the best writer.” �" “Prove it”.
“You’ve read Hopscotch, right?”

Footprints don’t hold in puddles,
so many moments lost in rain.
~~~
Neon chimes
“All Day Breakfast”

“I know it looks, but I’m hungry. That hungry”
“Not the best day?” �" “Had a great day, but this wasn’t it”

sheeted rainfall falling over idle crowds.

“Watch where your running!”

Stained napkins dot scatty tables,
bulwarks between the dirty plates,
the porters stopped caring,

“Where’d you get it?”
“Somewhere.” �" “C’mon now”.

some seats have been taken
some inhabitants dressed sharpish
overs less than so.

“…” �" “I know you saw who planted it.”
“…” �" “This paper unicorn, c’mon, you know more than your letting on.”

Rags and feathers seeks the gaps

“Show some goddamn manners!”

fedora and overcoat maintain the distance

“That way! That way! The things down there!”

barefoot switch to a building
the boarded up monolith beckons.
~~~
Remnants of the street
speckled over ancient carpets,
bust city streaks blue light through boarded windows,
dust blooms in luminescent shafts.

…Rats scatter from steps to ground.
Coyote maintains a vigil…

Someone hits the stairs,
elevator’s slow to respond,
picks up pace, slowly.

…but its yet to figure the door.

Footfalls echo,
elevator lurches ever upward.

…Light flickers incessantly,

Doors splutter open,
feathers hang in low light,
coat billows round a corner.

…the moths been here for weeks.

Down they run,

…TV wheezes in decayed light
“..in time, like tears, in rain.”

through ten thousand corridors,

…There’s an old man.
Been in the same chair for two days.

marked by,

…Somethings being built. All angles and lines.
Takes up an entire table.

ten thousand doors,

…Thousand paper cranes line the walls.

the infinite happening,

…Bowl of rice streaming on a table.
Poems scattered near by. Not ordered yet.

behind each one.

…A happy family. Next week they’ll have enough money.

Footfalls echo in stairwells,
forever rising.
~~~
Barefoot skate over the weather worn rooftop.

Sheeted rainfall ever-present.

blue light flickers between slow turning fans.
Smoke plumes in leaden airs.
Neon blurs rage in the dead light.

One clears the concrete gorge,
one hangs by pleading fingers,

loose grip, looser still.
Idle eyes stare, and stare,
from behind a mask of rags and feathers.

Finger tips begs the rain to stop.

Garbage cans rattle in unison.
Idle eyes stare, and stare.
~~~

“Shi…what happened to him? Hope he
has a better one.”

Soaked overcoat torn and tattered.

“Hey! Wait in line! I got ribs! Who wanted ribs!?”
“Over here!” �" “Alright, whose got next?!”

A white dragon flickers, and flickers.

“Two bowls. Two” �" “Four?”
“No, not four. Two”.

The noodle bar’s full,
a man needs better luck than this.

“I’ll take four. Anyways, shoulda seen it…”

A river of bicycles
idly flows by
under a weave of hanging lanterns.

All lost in time.
~~~