Bar balance


Five blondes with starter waddles illuminated
by the pale blue of smartphones
eating nachos they will pay someone
to vacuum off their thighs later
don’t tip the native
with the silkvelvet voice
and complicated guitar lilts in the corner
who doesn’t make in a year
what they’ve collectively spent on shoes
in that same span of time
Yet everyone acts as if this is normal
and it is

PSA: Rain

Attention moron drivers of the world:

If it is raining so hard that you can’t tell where the horizon between the gray sky and gray bay is

or where the tire-clouds of kicked up rain mist end and the actual cars begin

and it seems like God might be reconsidering that whole promise not to drown us like rats again

please- turn your damned headlights on. The end.