half-mast and airless
sigh with rain
One can paint-by-number on one’s phone while jabbing one’s neighbor with one’s elbow.
This is the first
morning without you
and my eyes have grown breakable;
carry the stiff tenaciousness
carelessly like rucksacks
on this long ascent
this endless climbing
up with the sun.
Previous version: https://briefsalvage.wordpress.com/2014/09/23/for-toto/
Smelly, homeless dude, out loud: Customers should clearly get 3% and they should be getting about 50% and I told them so and they didn’t agree but it should be about 3% […he then goes on and on in a similar vein..].after all 8 times 3 is 27.
Me (forgetting reality for a moment): No it isn’t.
Smelly (looking me in the eye): Yes it is.
Me (always bad a math): 3 times 7 is 27.
Smelly: No it isn’t. 3 times 9 is 27 so the customer should be getting at least 3%.
Me: You’re right. I see what you mean.
Smelly (still making eye contact): Yes, absolutely…[he starts the mysterious math equations again from the top]…they should get about 50%.
Me: Uh-huh. Yup. Well, this is my stop. I completely agree with you, however.
Smelly nods his head appreciatively then slides into the subway train seat I just vacated. As the doors close I hear him continue, “3 %…”
I have no idea what we were talking about but he seemed interested in explaining it all to me. Hope it made his day, at least a little bit brighter.