Tagged: band

we were in the car,

we were in the car,
listening to The Cranberries,
like every third or
twenty-third newly and
nearly newly coupled,
lovestruck or not yet
requited, waiting
to grow older
while sitting
in the parking
lot of the universe –
Dolores felt like forever

the first of september

the first of september
passes almost without
a sound, but
for the roar of
cicadas from
outside my
bedroom window,
handing off each
second, as if it were
the leader of the band

in concert, there ought

in concert, there ought
to be a rule about
keeping your shirt
on as a fan – no good
is coming out of
that one – especially
when the band
makes Top 10
with the most
stellar pits