On the Balcony
I drink in the nectar of the night
the sky a blanket
soaked in prune juice
The stars are puncture wounds
the waxing crescent a widening hole
where silvery streaks spill out
I drink in the syrupy rays
that permeate the mountains
where windows open
like eyes to the city's soul
It is nights like this
that I wonder about you
looking back at me
among a thousand lights
Five Percent Alcohol
I drink down wine coolers without being cool
Waiting for its effervescence to rub off on me
Berry-flavored alcoholic drinks make life less cruel
Faraway I am from the aquamarine pool
Where youth opened doors to what one could be
I drink down wine coolers without being cool
This beating red heart is my only jewel
For I own neither a sapphire nor a ruby
Berry-flavored alcoholic drinks make life less cruel
For my idealism, they call me a fool
Who will heed me when I lose my beauty?
I drink down wine coolers without being cool
I don't mind living on meager gruel
As long as what I do makes me happy
Berry-flavored alcoholic drinks make life less cruel
Bending, following, and defying the rules
I immerse myself in the craft of poetry
I drink down wine coolers without being cool
Berry-flavored alcoholic drinks make life less cruel
Unsweetened
I go looking for diet Snapple iced tea
only to be convinced
by the owner of Happy Wok
to try some choice oolong
which leaves a sweet aftertaste
I pay him for the lukewarm tea
sipping from its styrofoam cup
wondering what happened
to my Snapple
fruity teas and juices
in plump glass bottles
l’d grab one from the fridge
at the school cafeteria
while laughter and conversations
bubbled all around me
I make a detour now
every time I pass
the gray windows of Happy Wok
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