Frills Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

TV
has an answer.

a day
passes
quickly
stoned, impatient,
wired.

i watch dreams on TV.
convenient, full of information.

something to buy.
something to strive for.

a goal, like love,
demands all attention and resource.

disregard the frills, the
meaningless threads on a rug.

ignore them like the hair of a lover
occasionally brushing your face
the windows open
the map spread out
on a shotgun
cross-country relocation....

something i've never done,
meh. maybe?