A Poem in the Before Choice Disturbs collection

Bottles Like Promises

Rural Town, oasis light dots black macadam,
Cafes, diners None of them are 24/7/365.

Single family houseparty. Suburban rave.
With all the BoBo poets talking about Indonesia and Chile
Wondering why they've never been,

In the kitchen, on the counter: bottles like promises
Of banter
And plastic cup anticipation.

People on the porch. Tight grip cigarettes.
Heady candy cloud. Thoughts spin.
Click, light vapors. Music steering sense.

Stone-faced,
The box shatters the mood with garish light.
Yank. ...and music unabated.

"Stop looking at the blue-grey TV and start thinking!"

In our circles, bottles tip, pouring out onto the floor.
We witness, wordless: "Do you believe?" "Yes, I believe"
Believing in kitchens, and small towns, and bottles like promises.

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