![NEIGHBORHOOD LIVING ROOMSonce there was this place that served great food from the middle east here,on the corner between the cigarette store, the laundromat & transvestite whores.i used to stop in once or twice a week. i’d take a seat somewhere near the door.the owner didn’t ask for my order anymore because i always got the same.‘hey buddy,’ he’d say, & make it sound like my first name…
then one day he closed the place & i lost his face to the sea of people.i don’t know why. but i wonder all the time.
for now, the apartment is fine. & the top floor is quiet this time of night.the clouds are like canvas - soft as sand blowing over & thoughtless.earlier birds were perched here.earlier arguments were birthed here & carried to their conclusions.i am the boy w/no illusions. i wrap myself in confusion & wait for answers at the door.
[ from love letters to saint francis ]](http://30.media.tumblr.com/MRcXpQ0mrgo9chfit2ZHbZdpo1_400.jpg)
NEIGHBORHOOD LIVING ROOMS
once there was this place that served great food from the middle east here,
on the corner between the cigarette store, the laundromat & transvestite whores.
i used to stop in once or twice a week. i’d take a seat somewhere near the door.
the owner didn’t ask for my order anymore because i always got the same.
‘hey buddy,’ he’d say, & make it sound like my first name…
then one day he closed the place & i lost his face to the sea of people.
i don’t know why. but i wonder all the time.
for now, the apartment is fine. & the top floor is quiet this time of night.
the clouds are like canvas - soft as sand blowing over & thoughtless.
earlier birds were perched here.
earlier arguments were birthed here & carried to their conclusions.
i am the boy w/no illusions. i wrap myself in confusion & wait for answers at the door.
[ from love letters to saint francis ]
