On my direction

friday night

and i'm sitting alone

and the lights are off

in my long-time home

and i feel the weight

of years of going back

and expectation and all that

which i deride for everyone


i get on up

flip on a record

old vinyl on a player

newer than my hold

this is the way i've come to live

on the nights that i'm alone

drinking whiskey bought in bulk

on my way home from the other side

of the world

 

old vinyl on a friday night

liquor in hand

no one at home

 

where are the strangest things

and why are they yet to be seen?

The End

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