Friday, May 7, 2010

New blog.: Cinco de Mayo

This poem was written late at night on the night that one might consider the Mexican holiday of Cinco de Mayo. It's about not celebrating. Enjoy.

Cinco de Mayo
I'm alone and sober
And old like a rocking chair
Creaking at the joints
And waiting for something

People are happy somewhere
Happily dancing
With happy strangers
Happily sleeping
Tight in their happy beds

But it's 1:19
Now Seis de Mayo
And here I sit
Thinking of thoughtlessness
Dreaming of dreamless sleep
And wanting to fall asleep
Under water

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