Smack, the door

Smack, the door

The street whirs and clops, slides, squeals and drips. Crunch through alleys, and check your back

Then briefly raised eyes note the noise, the neighbors, never before seen strangers, the colors of the sky, the rote on the path

Shifting fabric, tight leather and make-upped lips, blouses and bling, the singing blind, the mariachi band, the dark skin, single-minded, not interested, do not threaten me, but check out my fucking ass

Hot caffeine heats the hand, quickly downed grains turn queasy with fruit and the heavy sack of books, business cards, cell phone Ready for action

Rolling wheel, shift, shift, shift, move, stop, shift, move. Dodging breathing barriers, hips, elbows and sickness, avoid mouth and eyes, no thank you, no, no time, no change, no nothing

Making for the green walking man but getting the orange hand. Paused, momentum held like the coiled jackhammer spring. Single-minded staring

Clang, grunt, clang, metal on metal, release, stone chunks shift, fly, katharsis, release, yes, clang, yes, clang, Yes, clang, YES, CLANG, YES, getting down at the orange hand

Spit, sip, glance, shift, green man, walk, heavy bag, shift, young skirt, hips, glance, stirring sex, hand on door. Impromptu plans, girl onto the bed, naked breasts, beautiful everything and wild fucking, a devoted, wonderful person, a lifetime of joy

Eyes up and jump onto the rising metal teeth, squeezed between, another sexually needy, breathing, caffeine loaded being, avoiding physical anything, dreaming too

Repeat five times. Sixth floor. Countdown of nine, eight, seven...

Fluorescent bees greet, along with juvenile seats

Pause