on his knees, keeled over the subway bench. asking for a cigarette. asking for food. i don't have anything contentment seems to open wide these little emptinesses, in a lull, curiosity pulling me further in until it all collapses i can't contain it can't ignore it it walks up to me asking for help needs to be fed like so much desire
spinning fast forward seeing birds hum pushing replacing hitting them- selves against plastic )chaos( is a squirrel masterbating on a tree leaping towards the seed freighten- ing away the birds and the bees fluttering greedy things