after rubble & ash & fume

after something suddenly becomes nothing

house & home implodes

a volcano erupting

Is that all there is to a fire?

if today my home

is licked by flame

would I be held in

my father’s arms

on the pavement

shivering in pajamas?

If that’s all there is my friends

ignore fright and plight

be beautiful &

be strange–

then let’s keep

dancing bears

ladies in pink tights

booze cruises

& screws looser.

If that’s all there is

then the dream I had of

a wonderful boy & long

walks by the river is

nothing more than a

disappointment.