A
Poem in the
Before Choice Disturbs collection
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.