With heavy eyelids I am still in love with the high-ass girl who dances fast and smooth through heavy smoke. And the music is still drunk and thick with beer stains in it. Meat-packers on the weekend are desperately dancing with switchblades in back pockets. Nothing changes. The darkness still moves under the tables and along the walls, where I hide my suffering and my lust for the girl at the next table. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIREST THING IN MORTAL EYES by CHARLES D'ORLEANS UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY A DOUBTING HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |