The frat row in Terre Haute, Indiana
Is interspersed with inexplicable closeness
With the grid-bound innards of the municipality
In a way that makes no sense —
I sit here in my apartment having all night taken in
Sounds of dogs, trains, curmudgeons and little kids
And now, at 1:28 A.M.,
There is drunken yelling coming from a block over and
Although we live two miles from the nearest decent grocery store,
There is still all this life,
Which I marvel at, in my own way.
Sometimes on my walk home
Down 7th St. which is mostly strewn with endless residencies,
I’ll see some buxom college ages smiling at me
Just hoping everything is ok and
Reality seems ephemeral, the subservient
To these strange, inexplicable moments of seeing these
Explosively beautiful college girls who are 15 years younger than me and
As old as I am,
I still don’t really feel like I know everything,
Probably because all we ever seem to crave are
Change and madness.