i'll be

In the morning,

i will walk this pittsburgh pike

under the haze of morning smog

and the dimming 

city lights

the birds will fly low

above my head

they will peck out my eyes

and I will look to the sky

catching the rain in the holes as it pours from the clouds.

I'll be a bird bath ,

moving north bound

that kind of B-movie imagery

Not a classic or ON- Demand.

In the passing greys of grimmaces 

that are fading.

I pick up a cigarette 

put it between pursed lips

and remember that I quit

Dropping it beneath my feet

 I second guess and bend to pick it up from pavement

at that point

a yellow taxi cab clears the area where my head is leaning over the edge of the sidewalk.

I fly high like the birds in the blue

the smog is lighter when your deep in tune

A flutter that last for what seems like hours

child I was anew

freed from my brain basket 

I won't be put into a casket

And God would agree 

wasn't it a wonderful scene.

The lover lock lips in park lots

as the funeral march rounds the corner

a mother with child straightens her skirt

fully aware that she'll one day be old lonely and retired

the chemically imbalanced limp to the curb

"there's hole to be filled, in other words"

the herse is a mirror reflecting all who pass it 

and in the back 

there goes my ashes

in the back there are my ashes

to be sprinkled here and there

to mixed into my master piece

to be used in the mortar for a half way home

to diluted and written in the ink for a poor family's loans

I'll be the soil in the park to wash away with the storms