to the dancing fool

it's a bass
drum at two
in the morning

something
tribal

something that
speaks to the
dancing fool
buried under
all that regret

like turning on the
television in the
afternoon and the
first thing you see
is a beautiful black
woman modeling
underwear

be it luck or just
good fortune

embrace the few
seconds where it
at least appears
the universe isn't
completely against
you