33rd Poem on Air

The country with the face of its mother

tattooed across its chest searched

for connection like the coiler

of telephone coils unemployed

in the wireless era

The person whose frequent word

was free looked up at the same spot

On the ceiling as the person

whose common word was not

As the performance kicked off

& the subject took the stage

The voluptuous sadness of Friday

was colored by rain

The bearded people turned

to the unbearded people

When diversity equity & inclusion

became unlawful

The subject returned to the park

handcuffed in air littered

with bits of night

The stars outdoors beyond the air

performed a kind of sequined panting

like the subject’s panic dancing

under twisting colored lights