Steelhead

We'll return to the business of living tomorrow.
That's soon enough. For now, the night, oh, look
At it Lisa!, is bright and crisp. The sidewalks are
Crowded. They call us to swim in their flow, and
To spawn in the clubs to the sound of a sonic
Apocalypse. Dance with me now. I don't want
To go home. We can order more drinks, and
Stay out until dawn, when the crueler light,
The business of living, coupled, will crush us
Again.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-18 at 12:17

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