when fall comes to my park

fingers curl involuntarily
hunting pocketses for digital slice and dice
they left his heroic body on the side of everest
but they really howled leaving the take-away on the bus
it was 10 i think, cowboys, that stumble, while the sloe-eyed smockfrolicking little match girls with tiny smiles and a few smokes bit lipped hunched against the wall in a row pop em off duckieDU ankle strap a little tight leaving a small patent welt that rubs uncomfortable
i shift my bench to find some pale sun dapple
he smiled a shy tooth for me and the 9 remaining coatless hands shoved deep in the pockets showing a bit of green lining shiny tatter
it's the cold wind coming to the small city
dirt eddy in the parking lot that had sparkled like a new girlfriend back in june
telling the same tales like old grinning ginwhores huddled in fine balance
laughter bites the low cloud then bounces back into earshot
and there's no hurry cuz there's no where to hurry to
except the cold wind noticing noone playing ball