Thursday, September 6, 2018

Looking in late at night (596)



to stand up                and be counted among the brave
   to those he admires 

to have no idea how              things ended up this way      
   he sounds when he opens 
   his rosebud mouth
   and sounds emerge

to reserve the truth            fragile, priceless treasure that it is
   for those he disbelieves
   and lies for those he distrusts

to know what he wants             cheeseburgers, blowjobs, fresh remote-control batteries
   (and how the getting of it is always,
    maddeningly, anticlimactic) 

to know what others want              more... always, always more
   (and to care)

to find it impossible that anyone,           sometimes, late at night, he pretends there is no one
   other than himself, could be interesting

to assume that no one notices him           the stuff nightmares are made of
   checking his watch 








(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Alexander Boden/Flickr (CC BY-SA 2.0)