february 15th

february 15th

A Poem by Matt B

twenty-two and go

white shirts and black light

the trains leave late

the south-bound leaves last

 

one and nine left

it's a blizzard on the floor

and she moves slow

when you're on a roll

 

two until eight-thirty

but when it won't hurt

the one you love

hurt the one you're with

 

so twenty-one leaves two

it might by more

the sea will save us

if not the boat

© 2008 Matt B


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