Europe’s jubilation
Give my heart a break.
Leave them, leave the country
like a girl on a mission,
like the old poets who escaped
to their friends’ backyards.
Give me a taste of London,
African flavors and European musicals raging
in technicolor like a dance revolution. Fall in love
with every stone, every step carved
into the mighty UK mountains.
Who knew trains scaled these heights,
billowed through the frosty mist like coal-driven specters.
Swoon at the white giants of Dover,
stare at castle moats filled with waves
of grass and moss. The queen’s jewels
cascade like waterfalls—a girl’s best friend.
I could get used to the company here.
A spread of novels I rush through like dances,
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entering and exiting worlds
where beloveds exalt in the wild flowers
of love given and received.
Every thing firm as sheep
eating through the landscape,
slowly cutting to the heart of Europe.
To the heart of my glorious escape
into the problems of another people,
another time.
Danger at the docks
Leave the keys in the ignition.
Leave the door open, I’ll drive her home.
Bought the spaceship today,
carpe diemed like the best of them.
She rides like a jungle cat,
hugs the ground like a twister.
Don’t bother with the seatbelt—the car will reach out,
hand it to you. Hours after work
and I’m still cruising the streets like a street gang—
nothing to do but drive here. Cruise.
Break 150, leave the corporate life in the dust,
the twin-sized office. The building that houses
the strays, refugees, men and women waving to their spouse
like an afterthought after the sun has rolled over in bed.
Drive fast enough to leave it all behind,
just another new year’s resolution we make but don’t mean.
When will we all race to a world
where the champion, heavy-hitter loneliness,
falls to the unity of you sitting in the seat next to me,
hair blowing out the window, hand in hand
as we build a future from the same view.
