Guest Check @ News Café, A need to escape the Grove Staring at the black and whites on the walls all layered with glass, The photographs tripping me into the past, Thirsty and she saw it. Wanting to take off, fly, circle, to then land somewhere else In the same place, But always moving, yes, always moving. The splurge of lights Decorating my celestial chess game head, Next move…check mate, but I gotta get out of here. Instead dark matter matters not Forgetting that I’d ordered another drink, A subterfuge to go and split like bananas AND Being wine-drunk on hope and hoping to make That starry brilliant move out of here, out of this predicament, Out of this atmosphere into Zen DaDa-isms Of a long winding wheat sided road into my vagabond past Tragic- pissed on-lost in the bliss like a RipVanWinkle amnesia guest, screaming about gelatin eternity, raving loudly about the solidarity of the cosmos that claims   for   us  to be just   oh   so   still… BOT OOOH NO! That’s it! This waitress is just taking too long, She’s just about to get stiffed… WHEN, oh look… My drink is almost here, I’m staying And I'm not that miffed.     Poem by Andrio Chavarro