Misfit

Art of love, love of art

Entrance to the Henry Miller Library, 2021. Taken by Yours Truly.

**For Marcus Parkansky**

sleeves of pink
sleeves of green
sleeves of yellow

the barista’s charcoal stare
his liquid smoke stance
exude
a sooty aroma from
the coffee grounds’ tender earth

the coiled, onyx terrain is
nestled beneath his weathered cap,
smudged
from his greasy fingers

these same fleshy tendrils
formed that shack in the back

those
sleeves of pink
sleeves of green
sleeves of yellow

accentuate the gorgeous
apathy of his horn-rimmed glasses
his succulent inky curls, faded
baggy jeans and ankle-boots birthed
from Neve and Clea’s kiss

how the fire pit peppers your
head with ash,
tender flakes dotting the bar counter
I flash a sheepish grin
amidst an apocalyptic blizzard