For the sake of the day (no minute wasted)
Friday, February 13th, 2009Here is a poem I wrote some 366 days ago.
9:47, she’s giggling as she sits by the table
At last, this day will not be wasted
9:48, she stares at those forcely enamored eyes
He is counting his number ten in his list
9:49, they were stepping on each other’s feet
Trying to give their make-out song a groove
Like drunk bees,
Zooming in and out the circle of lights
In search for honeys
As 9:54 ticks, I envy the pretense
The next three minutes they are drinking cognac
A French toast to a no-French affair
My girl intoxicated of the poison
Turned to roses within the minute
9:59 her vision blurs, his vision sterns
At the twenty-second hour, they were gone
His mind scribbled the invisible ten again
At a handsome square, where the red stars twinkle
The dead night whispers to life
Hearts beat, hearts flat-line
Like they were climbing up and down
Some extreme beautiful feelings
In the passing of the quick moments
My eyes darken with newfound hate
Sweat beads, and at the peak of 10:07
Freedom roars like a sated lion
Eyes thinning yet for meat again
The night rolled, I roll with the waves of my dreams
They roll as they were in a dream-like state
The night rolled over again
Them, praying it not to end
I, praying for the day to knock now
For when the hands of the night reached the middle
This madness ends
Mine and their madness
This day is a year away
“Thanks for dropping by! 
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