The Pleasure

The Pleasure

Those Newport Ad’s, did they lie?

Was there really pleasure in it all?

Could life really be nothing but green

and bold white with good friends

and zany outfits and silly sunglasses?

Is this answer to it all?

Could it really be that simple?

Driving by the sign on the 1-95, I wonder

should I drive my car into the divider, softly,

burn the remains, shed my clothes, join a

nudist commune, a multi-cultural one, devise

how to make bongos out of coconuts, and learn

how to whistle and hum in unison with all my

fellow nudists while we raise our hands towards

the sun and pray and cry will the rest of the world

spins around us, so out of control and unknowing

Or maybe should I just drive faster and

leave that stupid sign in my hindsights.