Quiet Margaritaville

They are right
about highwires
and marshmallows.
They disappear
in your throat
when you look up.

The dead are tired
of helicopters dancing
along the outskirts
of heaven.
God let the volcano
kaboom, so he could
get a nap, so he could
hear himself think
for a damn minute.

I empathize
with the bowl of beans
exploding in the micro.

They are right
about highwires
being nonexistent
in Margaritaville.
I think I will live there.