4 in the afternoon
george is harley in his “just jump already”
burning vagabond eyes;
feral whiskers on lion’s beard,
cig in one hand-rosary in the other-
a revolution on 4 rehabilitate wheels,
but still cia to every inmate weakness.
it smells like rain.
blind to skyscrapers
instant park bench booze heaven
the old riverways
*in related news,
broken bats splinter discusses rivers and montreal’s