on December 24, 2011 by Mitchel Jonas in Poetics, Comments (0)
Tonight is the night
Books warp and bend down my shelf
Banana shaped, with books smiling at me
It’s going to break
Vonnegut, Hemingway, and Camus
Will crash down upon on my computer
Which has a fucked up H key, super glued on
It’s lies on a shelf below the twisting shelf
As they fall
My USB cable that leeches free internet
From the business across the way will
Whip out of the socket and land in the
Cat food, my cat will look at me weird
I’ll hook it back up but the internet will
Not work, fuck a Christmas Eve network
I’ll take it as a sign from one or more
Of my dear author friends, long gone
Pick up the book and begin to read
Hemingway will give me ideas of booze
And Camus will bring out the romantic in me
Vonnegut will inspire me to get up and go
I will creep down to the only lonely
Sad bar open in midtown on a
Christmas Eve and order:
Double shot whiskey on the rocks, splash of soda
I will scan the bar for another similar soul
I will not see her
I will go home empty handed and pet my cat
And wake up not remembering it
I will have a dry mouth
That will be replenished with water
That came from leftover bottles my
Ex-type-whatever-you-call her (problem)
Left behind, tucked away in the back of the
Fridge
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