whatever shall be

there be old joe untame scruff at sooty california and belmont.

uses so much space to stand and hold torn cardboard with prawny fingernails lifted from apartment A6 remnants overflowing out back a giant blue recycle bin with one empty unapologetic week of brownstone

organic black winter berries and spicy pad thai sticking msg to happy rice and speedy Lynksys routing manic internet connection life and would-be eye sore if colored but sangria red, blinking low square wall art against damask cyan panels and pearl sky architecture. alright

have at it old joe, impermanent frozen statue speaks whiskey pints and black permanent marker, and just where did he get that, Hammond Indiana bets all red he stole it from alley friend yellow teeth mauricio with purply gums, disgusting, to feed something beneath grimy navy coated blue and

tired old Banjo. poor big fella, tan retrieving eyes and belly upon cold, cold stone empty in gray, gray wind.

whatever shall be of him.

collective and apart winter zoom cars and walking boots worry heavy. search animal shelter click go when

green rings incoming unknown call a cellular traffic sign maybe from god but turns out from automated Albert of Audi Westland your car is due for an oil change of better deeds ahead of saving poor banjo resting two night paws on old joe's chatter-tap boots clanking copper moon music around one Solo cup sounding full enough when added to every other solo corner begging for instruments like plastic acapella stars fading flat out of harmony. but not like every other,

other big brassy beat life corner pumping better veins glassy with good deed hand outs to pretty lil' tinis and handsome high ball strangers flashing status signs against walled smashy twilight and rustic wood and inauthentic irish pleading

no prayer jars here just paper tips please in exchange for boxes out back exposing empty wreckage of

every night city life stomping rhythmic luck to moody old boy jazz and buzzing platinum techno plastic cards into sepulchral paper signatures bright in white Pumas and calf high boots each comfortably home swigging bankrupt bottles and needing

one warm place on earth to stand.