Thursday, July 5, 2012

The After's Math


After sundown, I got to know the reasons why you were afraid of the dark,
after all, there was no promise of tomorrow,
not until tomorrow showed its ever changing face in the early hours of the morning,

After midnight, I began to wonder what constituted a morning,
and what would happen to all of us if we sat sedentary here in this quicksand we made,
if we just drank bottomless cocktails and talked about the lives we would lead one day,
all the while,
the days were catching up with us

We were in the center lane, you and me,
certain that no one on the outside could gain enough,
could be good enough,
could be fast enough,
to get by,
to get one by us

After breakfast,
I did not feel so bad about myself,
there were promises to be kept before the late afternoon,
plush dreams not yet deflated my prickly pins,

After all of this,
we kept our nightly date with our down,
but only because it was a comforter,
otherwise we would have turned up the bulb as soft as can be,
in the insides of that closet,
and we would have camped out there until they closed the doors on us

1 comment:

  1. Sam, wonderful piece. Very Gatsby-esque. Life feels like a party here, but one that has an impending doom.

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