(I’m in my bedroom and I can hear a group of kids skateboarding in the bank parking lot just outside my window. Definitely sounds from youth and sounds to sum up this little kickboom of unseasonably warm weather. Just jotted a bit while listening, nothing fancy.)

  to the trains
seemingly taking flight from rails
a click-clack kung fu
curse words and curb i know this
like certain winter days this warm
still smell like my youth
this sound of snap and kick
the flat of ground pounding out
the usual unheard now singing, alive 

one then two then flip-clack, no cars;
a shatter smack
a paving truck and stenciled wood
mute breath and memory
just some kids from ‘97
treating the cul de sacs like paper tracings.

If your instinct is the twister then
You better buy a line of basements and bathmats
Crush the crevice ‘low the door
Or if you kick
Caffeine and table legs
Swing hard, fight better
Some things
Like letting a song change a day
Or some fuck having a fit
Some things
Are kind of worth the spit,
And some things hinge
Off only air and the air as we know
Does not rock fists;

  Between stalks of head’s halo tipped gray
Tapped back by new callused cups
& partial wind
Corners sang the be still, you mad little flexing
Cup hoisted an idiot among your wrists
The waitress, you see
You are in her glasses
You are in her budget milling around
With your coin and crumpled ones making bets
On how hot’s the coffee
Be still, remember young
Remember there will be a day when you
Will think of wasted time and be disappointed
For being so shallow/shy/and dissatisfied
There is nothing like that day
Just as there is nothing like now
Not even now is now
Not even expect and let down
Not even your press or push or thumb
Not even winter, not even face saved
Not even your lackluster boycharmed ladypurr
Not even your past; no crater of such
 Not even teeth, not mud
Honey believe
Sometimes
You gotta thrash against
Everything you just might see
In order to justify a spite, a flimsy, a damn,
And then find or fight
for the mismanaged minute
To breathe.