Pickup Sticks (one night stand)
Hold them in a column in your hand let them drop
Pick them up one by one without
Touching or moving another stick
The players agree in advance
On how many points are required
To win the game
I suggested a million Points
But you did not think it would
Last that long
Ok half a million
Then you did not think it would
Last that long
Ok two hundred thousand points
Not that long either?
Hold them in a column
Stroking up and down on the fricking
Sticks there are 30 of them I hate asking you
Is this gratuitous?
Feels like black, yellow, blue, green
Then red spilling randomly
Ok 100,000 points it is your call
Still too long my over achieving
Ambition has become real at 20 points
Or 20 minutes
let the Sticks fall
Iris my Blue
The random heights the irises grow
Dodging the knife spike green leaves
Jutting up with danger
You cannot tell the unemployed
From the artist I just read
Bukowski said in Vacancy
The wilted blossoms
are the empty hotel rooms
White to blue
Copper sulfate blue
Or add aluminum sulfate
That is blue is my blue
Yves Klein blue
International Blue
Santa Monica blue ocean
A place to be born later
as an artist and unemployed hitch hiking
In Topanga Canyon picked
Up by the Canned Heat Milk truck
Without a girlfriend tis/’twas
That kind of blue
Deep in the throat
Of Iris in blue jeans all the way with sleek stem
Surrounded by knife blades
Slim midnight unfriendly blue
