what is all this bustle 

around me

this sound and fury

this

saturday night queen's pawn

to d4

hoping to chessmate

a way to drunk or stoned or bedded

though beds are optional

busy bees

while i sip my tea (with honey)

honey

and wish i were nowhere else

and anywhere else

~

so many poems

differentiating lonely 

and alone

so many cries and denies

~

my tea and i

have a cozy relationship

little sips

hints of honey

honey

warm and sweet nectar

between my lips

slip sliding down my throat

 ~

outside

yin

is meeting yang

tourists

have slipped into the bars

and eateries

or slipped back to their home aways

leaving

the homeless in peace

to imbibe their way to induced coma

and the natives

to turn on their devices

to go gently

into this sweet, cold night

~

the need to convince

an absence

of loneliness is what a clinician might call

in techincal terms

a 

slam dunk

~

yo? lonely?

~

less than 24 blocks away

the ocean

the salt sea

the big aquarium

the tub without a plug

the east side of the ring of fire

the fisherman's delight

orca's fun fair

aeriel and nemo's soundstage

typee's last stand

the domain of the plastic gyre

and here

surfers in wetsuits risk the rocks to catch a last wave

and love goes wanting

~

because

the dolphins are somewhere else

~

If you close the door, the night could last forever
Keep the sunshine out and say hello to never
All the people are dancing and they're havin such fun
I wish it could happen to me
But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again.

~after hours, written by lou reed