what good does license– ?

what good does license–

when the highway chalk lines

have been furiously erased

in a fit of independence

and release from the menace

of adoration!

and when high-loft swirling parties

are lurking in distant fog

of memory scorned and abandoned,

what good does license?

what good does license

when buses are your second home

and the bitter entrapment of your home the first

keeps you at highway's length;

what good does license

without all the late night glowing

hand holding; teeth cradling

with luscious lip and teasing tongue;

kitchen grinding

on cookie sheets shining in the mad spring night!

what good does license, now,

with my nerves fastened onto a bus,

set to travel where fathers have been to?

what good does–

what good do

i still have to you?