Thursday, June 14, 2012



Night after sleepless night we made our last
ditch stand, dispatches through the radio’s
warm vacuum tubes, new shoots of rock and roll
sprouting up through the burned blackened wrack of

rhythm and blues and hillbilly music,
dancing to the beat while danger loomed just
outside the door, provisioned for the siege
with plenty of caffeine, paregoric

and laxative, burning our lamps, trying
the door, parting the blinds, the house around
us cracking her knuckles as she settled
down onto her foundation, asleep just

like that despite our racket, in spite of
our vigil, leaving us free to drink our
fill; you sipping your cup of fear while I
watched and swallowed it all down in great gulps.

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