drums angry
   play guitar one-handed
write poetry
        free
versed
   waste precious time
pretending
    to make a
difference
  while what matters
is daily effort
   I give little thought to
rent is due
    and electric is
oh hell
    I pay when they
cut me off
    I am interested
in seeing faces
    in the paint splatters randomly
or watching how concrete
is soft and forms a surface
   studying
the construction of a dead bird
    or how nature rebuilds
when cut or burned down
     cats and dogs
on the street
    how they find anything
to eat
    how eyes look away
from me
    continuously.