Large warehouse. Empty parking lot. No access
other than melting through the wall at a spot
by the letters of a sign, “no entry”.
Tragically, it’s come to this, only freedom
with no subject besides soreness of skeleton,
only myopia in the dream of public snarkery
shoving us elections and consumer self-righteousness.
I’ve collapsed into rotation and am going about it
(operating a vehicle for example) the same way,
the way I shower clean and dress natty so
the first thing you notice is my cork shoes.
Tough job teaching a class of actors how to cry today.
Over at the Yankee Den, the ballerinas bake with Coke.
I’m swirling with all emotions and nobody’s parked outside
for miles of Joshua trees. It’s that simple to start.
Just fake it on. And here’s how to stop. Look in a mirror.
In America, Lawrence Bridges is best known for work in the film and literary world. His poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, The Tampa Review, and Ambit. He has published three volumes of poetry, Horses on Drums, Flip Days, and Brownwood. He created a series of literary documentaries for the National Endowment for the Arts “Big Read” initiative, which includes profiles of Ray Bradbury, Amy Tan, Tobias Wolff and Cynthia Ozick. He lives in Los Angeles.