cellular device, for lack of a better name

your single tattoo is fading,
your thick black hair
still short like high school.
your heart, cold as death

my body's aching,
my mind restless even thru
the medication percolations.
my heart, warming up to her.

i'd have paid your bills,
i'd have given you friendships
you'd never dreamed possible.
our union, supported.

not right now is never,
not right now is with him
until you know i'm with her.
it's juvenile, your drama.

untitled poem

it is not advisable
to go up and down
the same street
looking for new
shops
&
houses.
you will only encounter
bums asking for cigarettes,
dogs barking viciously,
neighbors watching
with concern
for their children.

nor is it advisable
to attempt to venture down
multiple streets simultaneously;
pieces of yourself will be lost
for the bums to rob
the dogs to eat
the neighbors to report
to the police.

whether or not
it is wise to
search each street
high, low
for whatever it is
you are searching
is not known to this
traveler.

ideally,
we should sit at
each corner
waiting to catch
a stranger's eye.
prostitute our
needs
&
gifts
whilst
danger lurks
in the night
&
the sun glares
upon our misconduct
for the duration of the day.

solace can only be found
with the rats
in the sewers,
with the drunks
in bar booths,
with pretty girls
in university tees.