With heavy eyelids I am still in love with the high-ass girl who dances fast and smooth through heavy smoke. And the music is still drunk and thick with beer stains in it. Meat-packers on the weekend are desperately dancing with switchblades in back pockets. Nothing changes. The darkness still moves under the tables and along the walls, where I hide my suffering and my lust for the girl at the next table. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |