riding like lost boys
after a DUI.
If there was a smile, the handlebars
pull it down to a bag of aluminum,
and sometimes a dog on a string whining.
Old Ginsberg mourned the best minds, but ordinary
johnnies and jims just take it out on someone
When the walk is all you got and all you got is on your back
you get it coming and going.
Cross in the street,cuss on the corner, count the ways
a missing Love chases the day