THE LIGHTBULB IS ALWAYS ON

the vandals came in the darkness and spraypainted colorado white
i wake up and its winter again
colorado is like that
teasing you with summer and then all of a sudden bam its frozen all over
it’s like being inside of a broken freezer
intermittently glitching on and off, but the lightbulb is always on
even when you close the door
but this is how we live our lives here: ready for anything
we wake up each day different creatures, creatures of habit

today i stay in and read fahrenheit 451
tomorrow i burn down the churches that have set love on fire
today i sleep and make dreams unseen
tomorrow i drag those dreams by their dead boots into living reality

we rinse and we repeat
we do what others are afraid to do
we live in a landlocked state
but we send waves to all of the oceans

i bounce back and forth between boulder and denver
between spirituality and humanity
between a mountain town and a mountain city
between the mountains and the city
i sit in the sand dunes amongst the impermanence
i see the ghostly bodies swinging from the clocktower
i bike down the yellowed platte river into the emerald city
i listen to local bands stuck on i70 on my way to d.i.a.
i get ragedrunk on pbr at three kings
i smoke a joint with anarchist jesters outside of mutiny now
not mutiny later mutiny next week not mutiny soon
mutiny now i mourn the death of atomic records
jerry’s records paris on the platte

i watch as the rest of the world discovers the city
i’ve always loved
like the girl i was infatuated with in high school
before she took her glasses off
before she got sexy and cool and well-marketed
but now the tourists come pouring in to new amsterdam

i go grocery shopping at 1 in the morning
in a hoody and gym shorts and flip flops
and i laugh at the man in line
straight out of an eddie bauer catalog
buying a cooler a bag of ice and cold cuts

i drive home from the grocery store at 1 something in the morning
and i see those blue and yellow lights out of the void of the darkness
the snowplows, the great guardian angels of the night who clear the roads
they remind us that even when colorado is shaken up like an etch-a-sketch
they will be there to draw the lines across this red rectangle of ours

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

3 thoughts on “THE LIGHTBULB IS ALWAYS ON”

  1. This is a wonderful line: “tomorrow i burn down the churches that have set love on fire.” I want to read the struggle of gay and lesbian rights into this line of your poem, even though I’m not 100% sure if that’s what you intended for it to mean.

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