i lit a cigarette
aimed my cock dead center
of the bowl and pissed
how many times have I performed this
exact same ritual at
such an uncultured hour?
-and these random thoughts
that ride the thermals
of my tired mind:
my front door is unlocked
i seem to never lock my door
i have nothing and
if someone wants
to take my nothing and place
them with their nothing
by all means maybe then
they’ll have
something
a few more drags
toss
flush
outside
the crickets and the frogs are
celebrating along the eastern bank of
the Susquehanna
sweeping me up
towards the dull grace of Sunday.
