Who, If Anyone: 12: 11 Mountain Time Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Sometimes its best to be the background noise,
Especially while going to heaven,
Or your sister's wedding;
And tonight I'll sleep on an air matress,
And listen to the fish tankle filter, like the littleness
And confined dreams of the afirmed middle-class;
I write this, not having been invited to the
Bachelor party,
Withou the aid of a well-paid editor,
With a shot of tequilla, in my sister's
Living room. Two and 1/2 years younger than me,
And she's a veterinary doctor,
And this Sunday she is getting married;
I will play my spotty part,
Anonymous, dreaming for girls so many miles away.
Then next year either go back to school,
Or buy a home,
But continue to write,
Busted and wreckless, because
Today I read 700 pages, finished Stephen
King's Duma Key plus the back end of a Bret
Harte compilation,
And now I should have another shot before bed,
Wondering who, if anyone, will read this...
12: 11 mountain time