Always the next morning,
time to feed the cats who want in
so they can want out, this country
has no traditions,
r
think,
just connected Main Streets.
4
Picked up a little number
last night, she said You
dangerous man you, only
seventeen, her hands did
all the talking, my need
showed its teeth, Relax she said
you only live once, as it goes
the next morning the last
taste sweet but fading,
like all dirty old men
r
expect the police.
5
The midwest one long winter,
Russian Jews not allowed on the Mall at night,
probably for good reason.
The spirit finds its own step.
r
know Marilyn Monroe is dead,
that I'm not the first man on the moon,
the grinding
in
my groin tells me so. Mama,
I've been drinking again, storefronts sprint
and speakers hum Thanksgiving morning noon and night.
Philip Schultz
