JUST THESE FEW MINUTES

I'm just looking for a few minutes

to get down the word

to forget for a moment 

the struggle

the struggle for dollars and cents

the struggle for the universe's praise

the struggle for the tiniest remnants of love

I'm just looking for a few minutes

to get down the word

to shake something loose

to document the red flowers

of the tattoo on the guy's arm

sitting in front of me

or how good The Monkees

feel coming through my earbuds

or the pealing laughter

of the unsupervised children

twirling in their own universes

near the restaurant's faulty soda machine.

MITTEN WEATHER

winter

never ends

where she is

and despite her

sincerest pleas

the fat snow

keeps falling,

whitening

the entire

unrepentant

earth.

HARDER TO GET THOSE KICKS

paul revere

and the raiders

get their kicks

and the 60s

and 70s come

flooding back

to me in the

all-you-can-drink

beverage bar

restaurant. and

even though

I'm listening

to their thirty year

ago voices, the

cool sounds 

come to me 

on my laptop

streaming through

the 21^st century

internet.