town decree
a free verse poem
the next town i move to needs a library that allows unhoused folks to sleep in the streetside windows it needs to have a mechanic wearing grungy coveralls who sets his Hamm’s on the air filter to lean in for a better look and it must support its hippies who barter organic goods by buying from them at regular intervals whether land shrimp or loofahs the next town i move to needs to book real metal shows those with enough speed and gore to keep the jocks away it should have a reptile petting zoo pumpkin patches with chainsaws and indoor climbing without rigging to give children memorable injuries and it must have a lookout point that the adults plainly ignore so the teens can screw with certainty to the radio sounds of the day the next town i move to needs lore about haunted train tracks girls who kill a playmate for kicks to imply there are bodies everywhere it should have pride celebrations not just the regular kind but also the pagan and autistic kinds to ensure there are plenty of parades and it must have old people grandmas tirelessly pulling weeds bitter old men watching from cafe benches to remind the rest their day is coming the next town i move to needs a single fistfight every few years that gets brought up in social circles to simultaneously enjoy and admonish it should have paint classes that are fronts for wine bars that are secretly hubs for singles to hook up if the moment moves them and it must make room for the dreamers to give it their shot with rodent dioramas, sculpted shrubs, and Noir zines to inspire future placards in odd places the next town i move to needs to find that one thing spiked collar factory or world’s biggest sandal to place them in an AAA travel brochure it needs to have a poetry workshop with a crackpot town laureate who leads disorganized slams in the square to encourage spellbound day-trippers and the next town i move to must have a cardinal rule that we leave each other the hell alone to do all the magnificent things that we do




just so wonderful.
I’m in!