I mostly watched the singer
shake away his age
as it caught up with him
and nothing seemed to impress us
anymore besides one hundred dollar bills
and vodka shots. The youth left us
with our past. Our ten percent shot
at another night of bringing back the
days. All the drunken sailors
tried to get their hands on us
but we have to try so much more
now and drink so much less.
We’re getting sick of the city
and the dirt and the envy.
We’re getting tired of the puddles
and the hurt and the five dollar coffee cups.
We’re getting upset with the fake news
the killing sprees, the hiding
of ugly humanity. I swear I want
to leave this place and never
look back. Never think about
what language I should speak
first, second guess someone’s
authenticity. I like the vast sky
the view from my window
on my quiet street, for years
I wanted to run from it
and chase the night. Now
I want to sit, enjoy my moments
and never look back to who
I used to be before I met you.