Closer

Idle, in an unoccupied corner

I feel the inaudible whispers and hear the shades of blue that cry tears of strange

the unsuspecting fall of autumn has a hint of weekend and smells like a key unloccing a door

or a frameless picture, collecting dust in the attic of a condemned estate

I inhale closed captions that reek of cynicism and right angles

surrounded by promiscuity and chance

whiskey mixed and served ideally, brings about adolescent minds monitored by images without frames captured by

the fluorescent lights of youth

Music runs wild as if once confined but now lost in a crowd of hormones and cliche

pressured by possibility and seduced by promise, opportunity wanders closer, feeding on under-appreciated

company under the dimly lit stars