Untitled

On top of my air-conditioner
clacking away again
while frightened armies go to bed
and Irish girls I used to love
laugh at Spanish television
and drink screwdrivers
and they bury the writers
and they bury the chess players
and they especially bury the unburiable
and there’s nothing on T.V.
except Spanish sitcoms and news of the dead
and scrambled porn and wristwatches
and I look out the window and onto the freeway
at the light-up lottery sign
and there’s nothing on it
and they bury the dictators
and they bury the actors and the cyclists
and they especially bury us
alive
in our homes
at the dinner table
with the electricity of our past loves
and a glass of water

© 2008 Lee Kitzis