MAYBE

maybe
this saturday
the dreamers will
drag their feet
in the current of the blue hole

maybe the crazy women
from the hungry motel
will be the only ones
to witness the accident
in the middle of the desert

maybe we will walk alone
never holding hands
always remembering what we could have been
to someone
if not each other

maybe its time to change
maybe the premium gasoline
and the panning wide shot of the camera
cannot capture the entire picture

maybe the coffee will spill
on the distinguished ladies white blouse
maybe in her anger
we will glimpse her bosom
as she whips the heat wild from her chest

maybe guitars will accompany us down the highway
maybe the wind in our hair is a force as heavy
as the trailer we just passed
maybe we will hitchhike on fingers
as they climb the frets of music

maybe the microphone is scared to carry our sound
maybe the rock band has money in their guitar cases
maybe the hardware store
sells the murder weapon

maybe the sea
is sick of vomiting
onto these shores

maybe the sun is tired of our happiness.