Poem for Thursday, August 6, 2009

8/5/09

In an abandoned house
we painted the walls
listened to techno
that was somehow
obnoxious yet soothing
the sound waves glided
off the primer on the
antique paneling

we talked of politics
how everyone here is
afraid of the term
"socialized" (heaven
forbid we do some-
thing as a society)
and then we went outside

the moon--
it was full, distant and white
but just hours before
close and orange
like a celestial tangerine--
that's how I like it
with Mars
plotting to the west
or north
or wherever in
the neutral sky