999 Z60

took my head
too drunk to complain
threw up with a cigarette
still in my mouth

what’s that cricket
doing in my bag? A

A
just slight applause

two houses
slanted up the hill
idle hands

played across the piano

what’s it to my neighbors
if they don’t know my name
or they see me

an alias
sort of
meeting the new
then the old
them then