Saturday Night – a poem

April 15, 2012

Your mind holds the truth,
Your mind leads you astray.
The sweetness of raw ripe fruit.

Numbers clash and I smell metal.
I make the rules but forget to follow.

One drink earlier in the night.
I see a garage full of dark men.

The prolonged heat of a southern summer.
Wet blankets and thunder.
I think of morning rituals at night.

A loud speaker blares in the forest.
A before B, but what about D?
Two lilies in a milky white vase.

Your face is sunburned my friend.

Time stays the same,
but we always change.

(written at 11:11 on a saturday night in mid-april 2012)

-kyle