away with you
you said
people hearing
think
he came in sideways
to try
& tell you things
they fear
you did not know
him fluffing his ego
all upright
bearing news
nobody ever shows
being that
jigsaw of complicated
only few others know
except for friends
the real ones
who still tell you straight
that you are
an asshole
as if
you never knew
this clown telling you
thinking being helping
changes of behaviour
will come
got into a word tussle
with would be once friends
of mine
the kind
think their politics are better
if you’d just take their time
about how I had no fashion sense
style
I told ‘em
I bought these socks
hold the stink in same as
these underpants don’t ride
& my working man black levis
will always stand the test of time
this shirt I bought from a thrift
when I had little to no money
you’re saying what you got is better
because the names stitched in
you got more cash to spend
from your grind?
& you’d think I’d know better
to waste energy words
on these snobby types
but it was worth it
wipe that smirk smile
we listen
to what they say
then watch
what they do
looking for patterns
as to who
they really are
& sometimes
once
can be
a pattern
sitting on the porch
of a once great motel
my own little patch of history
of motor court travelling
coke & ice machines on the corner
tho’ only the ice is working now
looking out at the night coming in
waiting for the neon to flicker
the clouds getting darker
the dying sun lighting their undersides
are you coming in? she calls
& all I’ve got in there is tv
maybe some loving later on
here I have everything I need
history nostalgia culture
a few cold beers in dripping free ice
thinking on of who else has sat here
wondering where what
tomorrow
the miles will bring
neilbenbow 