The East Village

Wanda Phipps

morning poem #50 what's the future? heaven for the queen of bingo or a cozy bed & breakfast in Lhasa I've had my daily dose of warm phone voices & cool e-mail syllables & the cheat goes on A train through the Andes could be a moonscape to you but paradise to me travel as lifestyle from here to there as the navigation between dreams & lies move from the bed to the door foot from blanket to floor one is too many a step, no a lie caught on tape tomorrow voting for the lesser evil back to my old drag to pull the lever push the future baby carriage in my head transition from a life once, twice gone & then again it happens