Cold weather, losing…
Take me out to the ballgame?
Yes…I am a fan.

Cracks in the concrete
resemble rivers running
quickly underfoot.

Discount candy bars
raise suspicion. Why so cheap?
Um…does it matter?

Water, gasoline…
The price of liquid expands
beyond all reason.

Floors stacked upon floors
flood the downtown city sky.
We call them stories.

I dress for running.
I take stock of my muscles.
I go back to sleep.

Wait, pause the movie.
This next part is confusing…
…so was the last part.

Chicken and waffles
soak up sweet maple syrup.
My mouth is content.

The long lunch counter
seats myself, a regular,
and a shy tourist.

Despite my curses,
damn incontinent sparrows
nest in my backyard.