Will we or won’t we make it
to the next minute
Let’s smoke a cigarette and find out
then let’s smoke another
until we’re on oxygen and got sugar
that’s the only way to pass the minutes
a quarter a piece or will you take a dime
for the sit and stare, configuring where it all
belongs in your house or another’s
look at this pretty thing
my right foot’s an eight, my left’s a nine
I don’t want for nothing and couldn’t get it
even if I tried
How much you pay me to take it all
off your hands; I’ll clear a spot
Take me with all my stains
into your house and pretend you love me
like a rusted out Bundt pan, a cracked mirror, 
a cane-bottom chair the blind man at the depot fixed
Let’s just go piddle why don’t we
and see if she’ll take any less
for this bad old cat
for this flash flood
for the garbage man to haul away
next year or the next
I wouldn’t give you a nickel for my sister
They come, sweet & damp, hair sprayed
It’s their first stop
It’s the drill down of the moment
She stooped, he a veteran, Ford Taurus
It’s the folded down socks, the creased jeans, the careful blouse
That’ll make a nice gift for somebody
I left my arm-brella in the car
but
I got five dollars
I gotta spend five dollars