Dialogue Poem by Edmundo Farolan

Vermouth was diluted.
Look at Cowboy grin.
I’m pleasantly bored with my Volkswagen music.
The pool was hot.
The day, cold.
And the sundae, too much.
You can’t keep still.
You have to go, go where you want to go. It’s more fun.
My foot, on the heater.
The telephone: the Turks are still there.
Your boyfriend gave you a box of candies.
Finally, fish and turkey.
There was Neruda, of course, and the tearing down of walls.
Just one wall, actually.
The paintings are still there. No profoundness, now.
Just a snowflaked, light day, passing.