Corner of My Eye

Ladybug on my wrist strikes a simple pose and then flies. Sitting Man across from me wears housefly-hair and sunken eyes. And he Just wants another quarter for five quarts of forgetting sauce. Knuckles white like embers ashen. Clicks his jaw in neurotic Time. Face a strobe-lit street-light dance as subways screech Their third-rail rhyme. And I just want to see my girlfriend Caus her hugs are the best I know. Though I'm gone I don't want Us to end, but I feel me slipping out the corner of her eye. He Just wants another quarter for five quarts of forgetting sauce. And I play "couldn't-be-much-boreder" as I'm watching The drunk in the corner of my eye.