Another oldie from days of whiskey and denver past

Found these typed in the middle of some scraps of muskrat, looked like the typewriter in was running as low as my patience had been.  I Hope to have a new poem and a letter to mink in the coming days, until then this is all I got. Two short untitled poems.  I promise to give them titles and a proper existence soon.

These days trickle by

Like poems off a typewriter

threats of an afternoon drizzle

            spent in frantic moments

            and relaxed cooking hashbrowns over a gas stove

eyeing green chili’s in the back recesses of the freezer

and tossed around like history books

Denver monsoons brought

Four in the afternoon cloud cover

Rumors of a small trickle

            Enough shade to watch the sun

            Set below the clouds.

It’s threatening rain and Albuquerque

a cold cup of coffee in Denver

 and a glass of canned apple juice

brought down in showers from the attic.

God speed little animals, solidarity forever, ride free, live free, don't give up... I'm trying not to.