The Hot Place

Everybody’s experience is different.

Some are like the lush candlelit posh pillow squish
And some are the harsh lit cement cigarette porch light way-

But this is not to demean the artistic moment that hits
After some brisk back talk outspoken wonder.


I can sit after the moment that some speaker has spoken
And feel in the chair the air of the dry moment.

I have to record the ghost of the fleeting-
The electrical shadow that shadows the speaking.


Then the moment it seeps into diffuse but believing.