04-19-2019, 08:49 AM
Seeking Acceptance
I swear to you that this is the last night
I'll drink whisky, sitting in the bath.
The last night I'll go to sleep
angry at the streetlights for making
stars invisible, my rage riding on
a dry tongue, enslaved by bloodshot eyes.
I promise to burn my poems, too personal
for an impersonal world, where iPhones
brighten dark bedrooms, gone silent
with the promise of technology, and I swear
to never again pass out on our couch;
Glenn Gould left on, playing for no one to hear.
I swear to you that this is the last night
I'll drink whisky, sitting in the bath.
The last night I'll go to sleep
angry at the streetlights for making
stars invisible, my rage riding on
a dry tongue, enslaved by bloodshot eyes.
I promise to burn my poems, too personal
for an impersonal world, where iPhones
brighten dark bedrooms, gone silent
with the promise of technology, and I swear
to never again pass out on our couch;
Glenn Gould left on, playing for no one to hear.
Time is the best editor.