the third arm in the crowd

i use two empty
bottles of cheap wine
to prop the kitchen
window open

i blow the smoke
from my camel
thru the dusty mesh

the cat sits on the sill
curiously gazing out

she never had a view
of a street before this

a car comes by
& she leaps down

frightened by
the movement
of this strange
new thing

i don't blame her
as i am frightened
of the creatures
maneuvering them

every time i 'm in a crowd
i've an invisible third arm
that repeatedly hits me
upon my head
w/its invisible fist

i prefer to exist behind
the window frame
blowing smoke out

my skull unbruised
even peaceful