Going Somewhere More Quiet
Bar lights charged with magnetic heat,
the drifty wooze of sangria coasts
in southern Spain, backpackers' fall
leaf crunch in time beat skipping
to floor drum strike, sign of
crossing celestial seem stark threading
held up to supple sheen of midnight conversation.
Crackling burn of family furniture
for firewood, the crass sweat of
dancehall devilry, cherry Coke revelry
implied in jarring jet of curl shine, soaked
in absinthe bottle spills and sustained
by movements most mystic, invincible to
freezing distance's covering cloaks.