Dali in the dark
They’re alive,
they’re awake,
while the rest of the world is asleep.
T. Waits

On Main, sometime
after dark, the clack and roll

of tructs on pavement starts. These
are the Athletes, Prodigies
of ollies and half pipe. To hell

with all of the wankers on their boards in broad daylight, fashion
plating through downtown, and to hell

likewise with arena rockers and Sunday afternoon
bikers and art museums
open from 8 til 5. I’d rather just

sit before the Dali in the dark, slowly
taking off all my clothes, showing
the master my tattoos one

at a time.