Let’s make this our night.
Let’s kick our good habits
and grow our bad ones in neat
rows of dandelions
and ponder what marks
**** from flower.
Let's fill a jar with memories
and dash it against the ground
when it's full so we can play
with them once more.
Let’s empty our brains
like a register full of quarters
chase them along the pavement
and roll them into neat piles
to trade for pennies.
Let’s cut holes in our pockets
and fill them with time
until the last echo of
a tick splits our emptied skulls
and drains out the nothing.
Let's rob a jeweler
and give diamonds to the homeless.
Their babbles are endless
and they've earned something for that.
Let's ink our pens with the clouds
and write odes to the sea
where they meet and watch them turn
orange then red then purple then black
then dissipate with wind.
Let's read tea leaves and palms
like books written by wise
old men with wide smiles
and wider minds.
Let's blow out the city lights,
dance with the stars,
and apologize profusely
for stepping on their toes.
Let's wash our hands with acid
and leave empty fingerprints
on likewise glasses
staining breathless lovers'
heaving antipathy
Let's play to lose
and throw the pieces
about the floor when
our plan goes awry, smiling.
Let's slowdance to anachronisms
while the ether whispers
around and between us and through us,
until it settles in us.
Let's watch the clouds
from atop a sinking city
and marvel at how the water's
lovely this time of year.
Let's fall in love
and drown together
in whichever order
the universe decides.
Let's make this our night
It may be our last.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
Let’s make this our night.
Let’s kick our good habits
and grow our bad ones in neat
rows of dandelions
and ponder what marks
**** from flower.
Let's fill a jar with memories
and dash it against the ground
when it's full so we can play
with them once more.
Let’s empty our brains
like a register full of quarters
chase them along the pavement
and roll them into neat piles
to trade for pennies.
Let’s cut holes in our pockets
and fill them with time
until the last echo of
a tick splits our emptied skulls
and drains out the nothing.
Let's rob a jeweler
and give diamonds to the homeless.
Their babbles are endless
and they've earned something for that.
Let's ink our pens with the clouds
and write odes to the sea
where they meet and watch them turn
orange then red then purple then black
then dissipate with wind.
Let's read tea leaves and palms
like books written by wise
old men with wide smiles
and wider minds.
Let's blow out the city lights,
dance with the stars,
and apologize profusely
for stepping on their toes.
Let's wash our hands with acid
and leave empty fingerprints
on likewise glasses
staining breathless lovers'
heaving antipathy
Let's play to lose
and throw the pieces
about the floor when
our plan goes awry, smiling.
Let's slowdance to anachronisms
while the ether whispers
around and between us and through us,
until it settles in us.
Let's watch the clouds
from atop a sinking city
and marvel at how the water's
lovely this time of year.
Let's fall in love
and drown together
in whichever order
the universe decides.
Let's make this our night
It may be our last.
(c) Tyler Ryan Rodriguez 2010