The Favor

The mob did him a favor;

the suits wanted a word,

ask questions, let him know

how pissed off they were,

over and over again.

He deserved the suits:

the mob did him a favor,

killed him with passion,

under an i phone glow,

not with rhetoric and

the polite needle.

Branding

It

It’s not here tonight;

the thing you like,

an arrangement of this

and that, then and there.

Its been here before;

it will be here again.

You have to be there

to make it happen.

A particular you, not

one of the other ones;

a certain this and that,

not any old tit or tat

and something else

you can’t quite put

your finger on that

completes the thing

like rhythm, a word

with no vowels, as

well as the subliminal

component of harmony.