I eat sunshine
spit the seeds into the gutters
UGG-Boot-5825,devour the blocks in shoes

not made for heavy walking

I smile when the dogs bark(it is rare)
I smile even louder
pull threads of awareness from my shirt
draw imaginary doors in the sky

Jordan iii,walk thru them and disappear

life is a thrift store that I am inside of
browsing the shirts, pants
bald heads of mannequins
with chips in their plastic flesh

meat grinders
stereos with one speaker and a broken tape deck
suits with no bottoms
pots with no tops

dust
dust
dust
discount Air Jordans,old paperbacks and
the many shoes of the dead

I purchase nothing
it is good to abstain sometimes
it is better to be hungry,
lonely, sober and wanting

it keeps a man moving forward

I step back into the street
grabbing the sound of passing cars with both fists
Air Jordan 4,trying not to let go