Moon over Berlin

(from the Moon Series)

What are you doing writing here?
This isn't a place for writers
in the chitter chatter bear breath night
with the moon over Berlin.

Get that filthy pen off the bar
and open that earmouth of yours. Swig.

You hear the clinking of the glass
on the counter? Of the coin and the pitcher?
You hear those wheels a spinning?
You see the revolution at the heels?

What are you doing writing here?
This isn't the suit you want to wear. Swig. Chunk.

Look around. You see out those windows?
That snow? You hear those heartbeats slow
down? This is no place for poetry.

Take you words to the dungeon
where the laundry machines are.
Take your concepts, your ideas,
take your travels, your pictures,
take your tickets, your conversation,
your memories, your patience,
take all that progress, those 3 dimensions,
take them all and burn them down. Swig.