It was two Saturdays ago and well
past midnight when the lot of us strolled in
the black-lit house with our share of Miller
Lites in hand, each of us bobbing our heads
to a song by some obscure Reggae band
that would surely be off the music
market within a month or two. I could
never account for the amount of times
I had frequented such a house - single
and multileveled, spacious and swarming,
blurry and sober - but I was sure I
had been to this particular two-floor
home before, probably too many drinks
deep and ready to heave up the contents
of my pasta dinner. It was in this
moment of our entrance that I realized
that I should just turn myself around, walk
back out the front door, and take the hour
drive straight home, wholly bored with the primitive
scene but ready to sleep knowing full well
that this moment of semi-self-control
would almost certainly crumble in the
moment the following Friday arrived.
Copyright © 2008 Manny Francis III
Tis strange we know the way to go yet sometimes shadows steal the show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your style of poetic narrative Manny! Yes is hard to 'just say no' and walk away! but each time we do, the times we don't become few! I would pat you on the back for that semi-self-control title, but will smile at you instead! Nicely does it, Tai