My inner life’s an after-hours club—
It is my nemesis and my salvation.
I sing along to someone else’s dub;
I dance to Hurts
(they’re always on rotation).
Desire gets me drunk and feeds me sweets.
I know I’m being
played, but can’t renounce her.
Resentment sits down next to me and tweets—
Somehow he always
slips in past the bouncer.
The bar fills up with dreams who always say
“I’m yours!” so
they can party on my dough.
I slow dance with the one I want to stay.
But always she has
somewhere else to go
And blows me
kisses from her taxicab,
Leaving me with
a promise and the tab.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells
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