PUB DAYS & CAT STREETS

in the pub
stare at the carpet

smoke / mean laugh / real laugh
rounds in & down / quadruples

kill the fear or try
feel different or try
& fall down the hill

fight the parked cars
like steppenwolf
like don quixote

drain pocket bottles
on the bowling green turf

stars & halloween clouds
& a yellow asking moon

follow
follow
follow
& protect my hoody back

down all the cat streets to home

photo by Kathy Morales on Unsplash

I AM NOT CERVANTES

am 
i
a
sancho panza ?

  maybe herding
  maybe following
  the 
earths quixotic delusion
     waiting
     on
     some
     concrete gift
i will
never 
understand


or 
am 
i
a
saddled rocinante ? 

  lost in my own
  small
  windmill
  war

  from www.travellingboy.com