outside the psychic shop

pacing can’t move me
at the speed you’re wanting  words

i mouth a cue
you jump the turnstile
each time i speak a new payment

facefucking the final  moments
of my lunch break
is the only profit
i could adore

transactions are unrelenting

i stare straight in the eyes of your collector
chugging grapefruit seltzer under rain

grief hits like a punch
enough with closed eyes
to call this  Living

looking soft to march for the loosie shop
cop an afternoon seat on the downtown train

your artist wife will never feel peace
in your house  she will always
want to be alone

hygiene

automatic
gentle intention

outbound phobias
evaporating
like
      this-this-this

miss my soft soap fingers
miss my quarter xanax head

all my life
recall hand to mouth vitriol
as intuitive upheaval

i accept my ordinary physics
my oxygen scaffolding
my never get
enough

all longing is admissible
when refracted thru necessity

i’m not interested
in caring least

it’s me
pressing
green smiles
in ubiquity  on every
airport bathroom screen