Sunday, August 18, 2013

Bar Scene

We sat heavy on our bar stools
And each
Stared into another machine
Grounded by our immediacy
Weighted by the imminent need
To know
Right now
And while we watched
The sky darkened in our peripheral
The world moved whole time
Zones while we waited
For the next update
To buzz
In our hands
To solve
The unspeakable riddle.