Paiyama

in a park named after breasts
i pretend to be waiting for something
so it looks at least
like i’ve got a reason to be here

a guy who was once
too young for this
hunches over a can, all points
like a boiled shrimp, blackened under
the clouds

one dude smokes little cigarettes
at double speed
drops one to stomp the stump,
it catches in the grout, tunnel
trapped between bricks, hotdogged

and crazy guy yells at junior high
kids, they snap his picture as he yells
japanese
numbers, 7:15, 36, 36
it doesn’t make sense even
when i understand

two women cross the way,
they stand with arms crossed I
it’s been fifteen minutes,
wonder what for

i’m not pretending