poem: spice not nice enough

spice not nice enough
for thrice the visits
seeking Thai on rice

poem: novelistic feeling

novelistic feeling
from the flashing lights and noise
dragged across the rocks
of shriveled
goals and hopes and joys

call it a greeting
projecting my feelings
onto a cat with
emotions unknown
sitting there bored
while I work hard
from home

cough in your fist
and send me home, pissed
not a big drinker
well, not until this
bottom, meet barrel
now work down the list

kinda cool to give away
the sunny days and afternoons
in favour of the dim
and bright-blue glare

dangerous places
pushing for pleasure
putting a piece of the self
on the line
open the mind to ideas
sometimes