Going down to a familiar place
where it’s easy to see nothing
at all not even
some sense of reality
Remembering the first time
little virgins eating ice cream
in the middle of the night
Little Tokyo drinking tea in mugs
with no handles in the day
Being told about the importance
of good teeth
not the danger
of fermented fruit with vodka
and dancing with strangers
as Sinatra sings for 50 cents
from the juke box of a biker bar
Having nothing really stupid to say
about a fake drive by
or someone’s Grandma
getting kicked out of the bath
on account of some drunk British guys
springing a bladder surprise
Indiscretions in phone booths
or jay walking in bare feet
sitting next to Pfeiffer
then sniffing her seat
Looking back from the Griffith
and up at it all
observing from the brighter stars
that it’s all over now
© Ash Cheyne 2021
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