Road/Ode to Joy at The National

I heard a girl say on the way
out:
"if i die, i'll be happy now"

i couldn't dispute her like
the blonde ignoramus imprinted
with a yellow bird just
above the poon.

i've learned that love is all
that squeezes through the
cracks of society

and i felt it—

four strong.

Conor, maybe you'll make
a difference. maybe we'll
"go Egypt on their asses"

but not soon enough.

i'm glad they were all
drunk when i yelled:
"socialism"

I yelled it once for you,
once for me. No capitalism
in that.

thank you, because
that night

all was well on
the hippie front