stuck in store lines
before the clock strikes,
but still can’t manage all the time.
singing amongst myself
at best under streetlights,
on road trips.
soft spoken silent storm
slipping out of instinct.
sipping drinks on stools,
in traffic light lines of taco bell sasquatch mascots,
concrete orange tang orangutan
in the midst of tan-colored milk chocolate candy coat shells
over small circles of soft milk chocolate.
lent two open, appreciative palms to candy and women.
handwritten along side “hard up for titles”