do us both a favor
make it easier on you
make it easier on me
because it’s going to be
a long night
and we’re going to be
here for a while
so rather than me
walking over there
and rather than you
walking over here
and rather than us
walking over at all
just leave the bottle
and do us both a favor

My fridge broke
and it reminded me
of my mind.
Not that I have
a broken mind,
just that
all the rotting
food in there looked
so desperately
sad;
the cheese that
was meant for
something
great
and the
soup
that someone
had spent
so
damn
long
cooking.
Even the
milk, in
its $2.20
carton,
was screaming out
for help.
Suddenly I regretted
spending so much
time on Foucault.
I mean, at
least
Chaucer is a
non-perishable.

four years ago i sat in this room
with those who will not shape tomorrow
but eternity
they were of different colors
skins, languages, races,
and i found myself honored to be sitting
in their midst

today the same crowd gathers and now i know the man of God who commands thousands in front is also a close talker.
the mover and shaker on my right passes gas incessantly in meetings.
and none of the gentlemen on my left will look you in the eye when you talk to them.

i find myself wondering
am i weird like these?
or simply worthless to the cause for i’m truly without grand defect?
then i remember my overbearing personality
and feel again honored to be in such company

It may be second-guessing, but I always
tend to wonder when I’m asked to
Dance

D.J. Spinning the same six songs he’s
spun for every hitching since they started
hitching folks those years ago,
and here we are out on the dance floor

Spoken words make way for awkward
silences,
though they’re only really awkward with
our hands around eachother’s waists and
not a piece of common ground to
stand on

except,
of course,
this dance floor