I’m drinking milky midnights from a bottomless glass
pass
those star shots across the muddy counter
last
time gettin’ jiggy with anything was
cool was the 90’s
harassing
blind men half your age to dream a better dream.
I’m sauntering along concrete steps while shadows dance with
the moon
soon
our legs will falter and crash to the ground
crooning
melodies our forefathers mouthed during the war
swooning
over plastic memories painted on the drunken walls.
We’re hunched over a deserted bench waiting for the bus to
never come
laughing at all the scenes we’ll recall years beyond this
sun.
