rats in a piano

imagine two rats trapped in a piano,

dancing on the strings,

would they compose a song?

imagine me,

sitting on a bench

along the waterfront

after a five o'clock martini

watching the aftermath

of the big parade

a sea of flesh, coarse or delicate

garbed in low cut black and orange

sunburned and tattooed

a jogger in his

cowboy print underwear

runs down the sidewalk

past the phony rocketship

oblivious to the

screams and laughter

of the cheerful drunks

who stumble and mumble

blissful non sequiturs

the giants and governor moonbeam,

triumphant………..

implausible

monster harley davidsons

roar down

the palm-lined boulevard

does anybody know

where they are going? or care?

time enough for regrets tomorrow

the guy in the bar was saying:

no leads for that fucker,

he messed me up

three stools down

a woman spoke into her phone:

i'm not even trying to compare

because we were friends

for like

…….a year

he says:

time to make some changes

it sounds like romeo is back in town

november ain't so sad today

the streams await the rains

that soon enough will flow

etching patterns in the sand:

but the elegance of fractal mathematics,

can't explain the structured chaos of my brain