Wandering Strikes the Match

the wandering strikes the match that watches the diplomas certifying the hours waiting for a motel room …

And we wait and we wait and we wander and we wonder
and the drugs are more important than the Super Bowl
and the women wait outside of convenience stores for their men
and the smokey men wait outside of bars for the commercials to finish

Because the wine pays for two bottles when it only needs one
and the olive is fruit, like anybody knows
and the knowing turns palm trees into fountains
and the fountains waste their time with Santa Claus and Van Morrison
and the time we spent with no one in particular

Because the straight hide orange eyes of a red wolf
lie to no one on Adams Avenue in a San Diego fog, and laugh at no one
who fill the doors of nursing homes and piles of autumn leaves
who slam doors and crack their opposable thumbs on their human chins
that wait for naughty happiness to smoke cigarillos bought from liquor stores
that hushes not for delights of articles that dawn in the early evening

And the waiting wonders and the wandering strikes the match
that watches the diplomas certifying the hours waiting for a motel room
that does not need a graduate degree to rent at two in the morning
on some four lane divided highway in south central Florida or Russia
that ends in the butt of a cigarillo or the traveling of gin
or the shuffling of feet

  One thought on “Wandering Strikes the Match

  1. Eriness
    January 28, 2009 at 7:14 pm

    The drugs are definitely more important than the Super Bowl! Nice Buss, nice.

    • February 1, 2009 at 10:57 pm

      An aspirin a day keeps the Doctor away…all hail the Great Eriness!

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