April 3, 2008

The Bar Closes (But You Don’t Want to Go Home) by Aaron Smith

Posted in poetry tagged , at 6:03 pm by placeinthestars

The Bar Closes (But You Don’t Want to Go Home)

While the man you love bites stories
                          into someone else’s back, there’s a flicker
                          in your eye only seen in late-night

television (the heroine stretching her face, half-
                          grin, half-cry), all you’ve done wrong
                          clarified in a liquidy theme song.

You say, the only party is my party, the only
                          death worth dying is the disastrous one.

                          If everything was black and white,

darling, the world would look more
                          like an afterlife, certain and grand
                          and unexplainable. But even the shoreline

against the city tonight is indecisive,
                          jagged and rocky the way desire used to be
                          before you knew enough to know it was desire.

~Aaron Smith

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