Two Poems (April 24, 2009. New Moon. Issue 4)

The Current State Of Things

One .96 cent bank
account and a
hot pursuit of a
box of pasta
and a boy with earrings
 
But come on,
who can believe
red-truck declarations
in a black dress at
something like 1
in the morning when
the beach is to the right
and parking is free?
 
$4.50 is too much
for a vodka-soda,
I'm sorry
 
Call me tomorrow.
 
 
Mits

When your soul
burns her hands
once again on the stove,
 
There isn't much to do
besides treat yourself
to a latte and
fuck the sixty cent
charge.