Exit left from an X, first glares, then stares

aimed off in the late light and

hit me sat on the three church steps.
I’m just waiting for food (“ready in 10”)
Less restraint, “he”

	            with other hungered eyes;

note taken

-the burdens of us animal fruits-
Amid the scattered spring,

pollens lust up a nose

shrink a head, burst the bank and I know

this season, there will be a demand for sperm & spring rolls.
    I send no sentence, place no crime.

But he gets it, more out the X. Bright red, the X

A redness of red (?), man too (?) in a white shirt,

under that hot light.
Yen – packaged & heavy – heft up & down this road,

where the old prison & religions ran out of money.
        (the walk home)

Gentrified          no gentlemen

  Hill-side of the Green Field.
After foods

After	     all              its’

we exit to a tin bell & a
          P

	   i

	n	“see you next time”

	  g

            !

     !          !

        !     !

                Drip. A coin drops.