Poetry/ Jordan Davis

Sustainable Development

Now to lie down on the ironing board
as aliens shine a light under the door

I’m tired and will rest on the divan
with a diva

I could go for some compassion
with crushed ice, please

And lo, the documentarians are partying
dancing on the sofas even

I’m not waiting, I’m living and
it’s cold in the living room

You’re huddling
feeling each word from your feet to next week

All my cool
could fit on the point of my blue pencil

To look into the fool feeling
with a pie pan of gasoline

and a bread bag of small bills
Fuel always wants you

to bring the oxygen
and I am no exception

The breakdown crew is here
with your breakthrough

I give in
I give out tickets

Fire up the cassette drive
rosin up the bow

May the better part of your night
take the measure of my all right

Come hear Jordan read on Day 2 of the Welcome to Boog City 16 Arts Festival, Sun. Sept. 18 at Mama Tried, 787 Third Ave., Sunset Park, Brooklyn