Post-Barbeque Blues
05 May 2015Post-Barbeque Blues
NOW the daffodil is beheaded
and floating in her vase;
MAY has sunk into our bones.
tortilla chips &
beer &
burnt sausages
fight with strawberry ice-cream
on red Solo cups.
a restlessness halfway between
play & EXHAUSTION:
our skin is hot, but
now the air is cold.
the little girl will go home
& refuse her dinner
just as surely as WE
are HOPELESS to do anything but
crawl into the sheets sun-drunk /
on soccer-sweat;
listen to tapes of Jack Kerouac
spin tales of desolation angels
subterranean blues
jazz
& wine.
Tags: bbq, indentation, poetry, summer