Because, as John says, there's never enough escapism
we all wish to be Roberto-Bob on a prison break
with a recipe for rabbit and a pocket full of idioms like
We all scream for ice cream coming upon a clearing
(because there's always a clearing) and Nicholetta
with bread, wine, bedroom hair and eyes, the clothes
of her dead uncle Luigi to outfit the boys as they watch
her dance with Roberto-Bob, eat their eggs, drink coffee,
listen to rain and a road diverging: Texas or Mississippi?
barking dogs or engines
Intense and (usually) passing infatuation
. . .High heels clicking into evening along sidewalk just outside this basement window
above these words assembled on a page: Please please
please please. . . .
O where are you off to