Minimum Wage and Sand King

two old poems from the book 2000-2001 Minimum Wage Pigeons coo as Seagulls fly in spiraling swarms above (universal?) Birds in anticipation of an unknown purchase practice aerial acrobatics **** spattered on fresh Windex streaks Squeegee stopped mid stroke and swaying as I scream skyward Formations unaltered unlike the boss’ face Windex bottle shattered blue liquid down the drain Sand King Atop the dunes of time spent some hours tracking circles in the sky and diggings in the dirt in hope of finding water traces not so distant but sweat on my skin sparking spoke of urgency The day never so long as night’s descent on the old dented diesel Peyote psychosis now nearly nonexistent Lighting a cigarette for change red paint flaked off the beat up Ford leaving a cinder trail back to civilization