the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

A Boy In The Party Scene

I barely caught the bus out,
Buzzed in with a silent phone,
A hot head and cold thumbs
Waiting at this station.
I used to know you
But it is nice to meet you.
Tonight I caught perspective
Thrown from a lively mouth
Perched on an exclusive porch;
I tongued them with a bitter taste
But it goes down easy
And I go on my way.
Wandering off into the night
To catch a bus with its lights off,
I'm a little cold, but sitting tight.

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