Friday, February 14, 2014
Used Man One Owner
Two men talk on a darkened jet
in the middle of the night;
the older man looks much like the younger one
but they haven’t talked since
one of them was a baby.
old: So listen sonny, do you think that because
of your hard childhood the world owes you something?
young: No, I just want the world to get out of my way.
And when I say world, I don’t mean you. Or any of my friends
or all the other people I love. Or the stewardess here. Or
that crying baby behind us. I just mean this other thing
they call The World. Which nobody really has to care about
or pay attention to. You know?
old: Wow. Yeah I do. That’s pretty good, Mister Man.
Buy you a drink?
A little later the jet banks
dips a wing in the window
the ice moves a little in their plastic glasses,
and the men see shimmering golden lights
in the dark below,
not a one of those lights -