One Night Out

Sean Lance
Everyone is looking,
desperate eyes darting from glance
to furtive glance.
Eye contact, however brief, is a victory
for the meek. The foolish brave stare
openly, wide eyed idiots.
Hearts melt and flow
faster than the 50 cent draft special.
Everyone is looking,
No one is buying.

Where are we going?

Looking for meaning in the bottomless pint,
I go home alone,
again always
where the cracks in the ceiling gape and leer
at my foolishness.
I lay on the floor, illuminated
By the pale light of a 40 watt moon,
Bathing in warm red-head blues
As the sky collapses, weighing down
My lids, snowing in my dreams.

Published by Sean Lance

I am one of those people over there.....or there.....or there. I am the one doing those things here and there and everywhere. I tend to almost always do them alone or with others either in the past or...  View profile

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  • J L Carey Jr5/15/2009

    This poem is well written. I really liked the lines "where the cracks in the ceiling gape and leer / at my foolishness." Great imagery.

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