Commerce

On the pier with Bone
we’re buying
I mean he’s buying us
$4 Coronas
from a guy
with a packed garbage bag
in a laundry cart.
A young woman
thunderbolt beautiful
passes us all.

There is a silence in crowded heaven and lonely hell.

I am the Emperor
of the lower body stratum
who loves to love love
girls I don’t know
the day a six pack of miracles.
The guy selling us the beer says:
“The best love is stolen love.
Stolen love.”

©2008 John Rocco