a cycle

[Steve]

coffee cup morning
mid-july chilled a.m.
mountain air grips the sun
steam fingers cool to fog grey
misty fists-this town
being squeazed by the grease fire grey-
clutching fiending handfuls of mother nature.

got dumpsters under my nails
and gotta landfill in my smile...
leave it be just let it alone.

orange juice spill
crawling across towel clouds
droplets split&splatter
against the window
driving drops along&down and
off the needles of evergreens.

camera-flash-dropping shutter-dropping eye-flexing heart-greening leaves
camera-dropping shutter-flash
fingers twirling cigarettes
turning pages
breaking tea
tracing the air in exact replication of...

oil spill sea
washing over the
stars&moon
only pacififc ave is lit
drunk eyes think it broadway(ny

coffee cup morning
(a cigarette)