The off-duty light was just Flipped


Towels on racks,
The mind is ketchup.

Soup is now free at the local newsstand
As a hooded man walks across the street with
A newly purchased 12-pack of tasty hop beer sedated liquid.

Tail lights & horse hairs wisp away the fly's that
Buzz about your skull in all-night eateries
Wondering how the hell we human beings got so big.

Numbers ascend from
Page 1    1/1    at 6.4"    Ln 34     Col 69    65 71 79
A number I can't catch-up with as the organ player wags his head
Faster than the lapping of a dog's summer tongue
And the jerking motion of a cat's angry tail.

It seems clear in this box that resides around the perimeter
Of the paper,
As a mad man runs across the street to crack open
The back of a tail light like a pop can to quench a winter thirst.

To drink the red at a stop and the yellow or orange at a turn.

Phone numbers on the key pad,
Things you know and don't due to convenience or effort.

The zoo is closed for this winter,
But the animals continue to move about the civilized
Wild streets as the KC taxi cab driver
Flips his off-duty light on
Big and bright for all interested eyes to look his way.