in that Uptown Funk video
when the gay librarian calls me
to tell me the book I requested
is in, thus happiness begins
on a day it should end.
Fuck sadness, I say.
I've got Burroughs and Jack London
with whom to dance,
and besides, it is cold and sunny outside,
making the day mine all mine
for a read on the dime pivot.
jazz hearts beat out of kitchen sync.
Soup is the only meal
of my day, besides well whiskey and hope,
and I will kill another book
on a snowy drive
through dangerous curves
like mountain girls.
tomorrow back before.
give me poetry
or give me a burning heart death,
beaten by life,
down but never out,
because I can always dance
into revolving doors
of libraries east of me.
on the road to extra nowheres and kingdom come.