Goodbye Saturday Night

Drunk on a Saturday night -
Tequila and cheesecake,
no candles to blow out
salted thoughts after another shot
singing in my recliner - out of tune

Infomercials keep me company, sort of
the half empty bottle
speaking to me in spanish
It keeps saying "drink me "
and I don't understand, but I do

That damn clock keeps staring
moving, crying teared minutes
from crossed arms and I pour seconds
once again-seeing the light,
ticking me off

The sun rises, ending my night
bringing a morning I hoped not to know,
why am I still here,
drunk again, alone again,
still saying again

Changing channels, stopping on Biography
John Belushi - funny guy - no fries, cheeps -
I wonder if he's lonely-like me

I think I'll go say hi

Reviews

[anne]

wow...so nicely described...I loved the way it is structured and the lines.....
That damn ............ticking me off.....you played so well with these elements...really nice...

[willweb]

Thank you so much Anne for your nice comments Anne. I am happy you liked this one.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my .. this is so touching on deep loneliness and hence sadness and despair .. i love Tequila .. but definitely not more than 3 shots .. OK i'm a wuse! i think this is an important poem... down home and griddy .. street savvy ... flavors of Ginsberg .. one of my heroes .. love the word play .. great job! into my library it goes ..
E.

[willweb]

E. thank you so very much for these nice comments and for saving this one to your favorites. I am excited you enjoyed this one.