It’s Come to This

instead of combing a paper full of news

we only truly enjoy predictions

when the lights need to stay on

& there is time to practice excuses

there is a science dedicated to disappearing

amidst flamenco dancers and their guitarists

so i keep a passport in my nightstand

ready in case of the untelevised riot

we cringe at the silent spring

ignoring the notion under cover of social niceties

where i am an elvis with rattling chest

who does not despise the gambler

even though it is his faults

that remind me how i must survive