Is like not this
It's like lights
And screaming
Passing faces
With mouths agape
Mid-conversation
Middle of the laugh
Middle of the night
Colors like pink and turquoise
Orange as furious as lava
Fresh from the tap
Dangerous and pure
Flamingos and cotton candy
Incan warriors studded and embellished
Not navy vinyl
With leather as a motif
Not wood grain paneling
Not sheets of linoleum
Rolled out under every step
Cut outs of gorillas and hippos
Wrapped in urethane
Preserved
In bumpy pimpled fat
For all eternity
High quality photos
Earmarked for an album
Titled:
Whoever's first
Or
PARTY!
Or
SURPRISE!
But not
Festival
Usually a third or fourth word
Accompanied by a number
Counting the years
All the good ones
Unspoken stories
Lost albums
Cameras not optional
No annual counter to tick off
The ones that came before
The ones that might follow
If
We make it out of here alive
And if we don't
We dance with the dead
Celebrate music
And drink
Sadness
Grace
Sweating in some back street
Where hundreds of seductions
Get swept into the gutter
With silence as an ad hoc remedy
Not a prerequisite
--
6.25.09
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