New Poem Draft

Lunch Rush

They keep their heads down while moving
these midday masses
heat and frustration rising
until they focus solely on the pavement
while clouds
like orgasms materialized
pass from horizon
into shape
into haze
into invisibility spread thinnest.

They begin to
retreat to the routine.
The act of love
given up
without somber recognition
of what has passed.

Poem Draft

Thoughts on Housekeeping

When vacuum cleaners stop
filling your ears with the dread drone
of domesticity,
and the floor becomes a wholesome center
from which all the troubles of the universe
become possible to identify
that is when the coke addictions begin,
and a certain Mister begins to promise a pilgrimage to holy sites.

Some sort of generic lavender scent
coats things and asks you not to analyze anything else,
which is fine and great:
a mini-vacation,
and you had said you needed it.
Still you hide your face at the thought of what Joni Mitchell would say to you now.

Fun things coming up soon. I think.