Incidental Audience
Tuesday, August 5th, 2008
Here’s my first shot at poetry (on this site, anyway.) It’s an ode to something sweet and unexpected on a desert night, in a place where people would never be if not for man’s persistence, inventiveness and greed. Vegas, of course. Mandalay Bay … all taken from bits and pieces of dialogue around me. FYI: Corona is my love dressed in white (label.)
By pool water colored electric blue by floodlights,
found love unexpected leaning on railing.
Hawaiian shirt, casual, shorts,
found love in white in unpretentious conversation, in pop culture,
watching first and saying nothing, then
a pleasant introduction sharing 80s and wine cooler embarassment,
relating to childhoods in Seattle Kansas City.
Beachboys play nice bartender pouring drinks,
kabobs with shrimp as table displays, golden rooftops seedy gambling.
An incidental audience fades away,
my heart comes clear and my thoughts go clouded,
how can it be this love in two places at once,
in tall free drinks searching us out on a trip that was not amounting to anything,
talking about moving to Hawaii with no money and making it last, riding Stratosphere roller coaster, Christianity, spirtuality, and drug mistakes.
Truth Project, indeed – an emissary close to the creator’s own heart.
Last call too fast and shuffling down narrow sidewalk like cattle under Palms.
Drinks carried out and promises to meet at a later date, fulfilled.
“How about those Mariners?”
One last squeeze of hand to wash down the desert,
on burning windswept dry streets and cab rides illuminated with rolling lights and foreign accents.
Sweet Corona, sweet as lime and bitter as salt, my love witness.
