A Typical Day, Bright Brother
There you stand in your idiotic two piece
suit, small flesh, and bald head. Clenching
a perspiring Rum & Coca-Cola.
Nearly lifeless, in a town that is in itself
Outside, the pop-eyed, goat-faced man stretches
his corn-pipe legs hoping for you to toss
a dime at his empty wrinkled belly.
You do not understand the points on a compass.
Across the restaurant, you spot a girl,
the image of your mother as a child.
She is listless, daydreaming of a honeymoon
in the hills, a car crammed with black market
tires and charred wood.
You seek out a little romance of your own
and approach her like a full blown
butterfly 250 years in the making.
You are led by hand to a room
the color of the neighborhood.
She offers you cold water to wash your hands.
You sit where all have been invited, but none