Closer
November 22, 2014
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