Explosions in the West

Explosions in the West

Every few nights
it looks like New Jersey
has finally exploded

but when I realize it’s only
the sun finally setting,
I thank my never-

setting stars that
here in the West
I never truly worry

about Hoboken
getting blown to bits
and can instead

write a poem about
setting suns and
west-side highways

or even the President
or even the virtues of communism
or even you

and no one bats an eye.