the wave’s disco is loud this evening, breaking in through
the hip hopping soulful soothing soundtrack of
revolution,
whether you agree with it or not,
it dictating the beat your feet pound out
on the sidewalk wherever you go,
waiting for you
every time you get up
open up
your
eyes.
and look around.
untelevised.
on the horizon, every day,
bedtime for the 9–5 society…
pass me the corkscrew,
i’ve got some energy yet;


i don’t have to leave for the airport til 5am.


march 2004


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