Sister, sister
There are people on the sidewalk
Doing strange things
Taking calls without phones
Having loud arguments with invisible salesmen
Dancing to unheard hit songs
And look, sister
One of these was mother
One of these was father
Disappeared, de-housed and addressless
And one is our little brother
Who died of the inconvenient overdose
And now he’s playing drums
In a band no one can see or hear
An unruly sidewalk etude
And unwieldy harmonics
He’s tapping on car windows
And scaring the rich drivers
Rob Archer – Los Angeles – July 30, 2022