chicago

Said
as good as it gets
too much reality for a Friday
night
and driving through a
rainy city with punk'ed out
kids smoking
I thought
too much reality
for a poet
who
wants to get inside to
figure it all out,
but when going inside
is overwhelmed
by the outside--
where do you go?

Shut down
turn around
which corner did you
last stand on?
Selling your
fushia lipstick
to the man in the oversized
SUV down the street--

Where are quiet moments
locked
not behind
closed doors
but for all the
world
or 7 million to see--

too much reality,
any day
night.