Denny's Poem

Some nights I spend sleeping Other nights I’ll spend resting my head down on a keyboard Drowning in updates and refreshing pages Trying to find reasons for being up so damn late Lately, these nights that I worked a long eight hour shift Waiting to escape retail in hopes My friends aren’t busy, wanting to retell some stories The nights my friends hop restaurant to restaurant “We have no place to go" We’ve been riding these desert streets for hours Resurfacing our stories to heal our wounds Or maybe our laughter only masks it And we like to think it’s both You can ride these streets as fast as you like, trying to forget, but tonight, we write we ride we eat we share tonight, the moon plays catch-up with us, it’s desert wonderers the sun, tonight she’ll rest tonight, the roadrunner walked crossed the street with a lizard in its mouth looked me in the eye and swallowed it The desert bird didn’t serve its name’s purpose We’ve realized that sometimes, society, doesn’t serve it’s intentions but when so "we have no place to go" We’ll turn parking lots into neighborhoods Cars into homes, with kickbacks and house parties Turn songs into poems Become poetry ourselves Become trilogies of our most battered loved lives Find excuses for where the stars lie And sometimes we’ll swear they lie in our ex’s eyes And we’ll become what we don’t want to be in the dark vulnerable walking roadrunners poets who don’t write but in that moment, were just teenagers "with no place to go" We swear this summer is ours, That growing up doesn’t have to be synonymous with change That human beings aren’t equivalent to seasons That poems actually can be never ending if only we have the courage to write the beginning That Denny’s will always be a hotspot Cafe’s are temporary Dollar Menu’s are forever We’re everything but hungry Only starving For inspiration in a wasteland Unquenchable thirst for dreams of doing something in empty parking lots Trying to fill voids. Tonight, We replace our heartbreaks with these nights The nights we walk across roads Unknowing the other side, with lizards halfway down our throats Tonight We write, without looking both ways ~

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