Love on the Streets: Selected and New Poems

Concert

• 40 concert You pull me across the sun to the stage The eighty thousand in the thousand hills behind us push me forward to the stage, the driving rockbeat pleas of the musicians begging please back up you’ll crush us begging please come up and fuck us I dreamt I was blue and so I was opened They drew out my heart and placed here instead the martyred crowd, Bonnie crying I’m blowing away and shadows keep taking my love to our feet, a miracle, we make room a couple begging please take these chains, the beat of his ass plunging her deeper into white trash, the deep South, a boy turning his back on the guitars to show us his face, colored scarves of napalm, defoliated stone Drums beat the blue skinscape of graves shelved above the town the Purple Heart embroidered on his levi jacket As we roar down the front wave of electricity, Breath expiring from us seeds onto the hills, he stares at me, he hums what is it or was it and what will it ever be? —For Bonnie Raitt, Stompin 76, Galax, Virginia ...