You. Cubed.

for every one across
you get 2 down
different faces, places, all that shit
different bodies,
rich fucks who water their sidewalks
with blunt faces
as if hit with ugly stick
i weep for you
greedy ones, who evaporate with the tip
at least you are consistant
just when i think
maype perhaps
you might be half way okay
you do it
hitch a ride uptown
eat a meal from someone else
leave without goodbye
and thank you's are scarce in you
at least you are consistant
and here i stand
slumped shoulders
rapping and tapping my fingers
across your chest
sometimes believing
but mostly just sighing