Resting on the pavement –
A cigarette and enough time
to look at a star up high,
a radiant fireball dripping splendor,
Perhaps I should go into this bar…
This binge started at some other bar, I’m sure.
I’m spinning on the bar stool, nauseous,
Two wine glasses dreaming of eternity;
a couple of tequila shots living carpe diem;
twin beer pints promising never to tell;
and, amid the racket, my tears.
The star’s a pale complexion with vivacious features,
with pronounced charms and grace,
and with a stare,
a stare that could divert Cupid’s arrow
She gets up – supple waist –
And comes my way.
A swarm of pelicans take flight inside of me.
She stands before me.
Venus holds my hand,
opens her mouth…
Nothing comes out and I understand it all.