Friday, June 4, 2010

Midnight conversations



Midnight conversations do not
get past one in the morning or two

(either the other gets bored
or one of you gets a ‘do’)
like apples cannot stay ripe―
like Cinderella can’t take long dances
(or the prince’s brutally long nose)
or else the rats stay as horsemen
and the pumpkin a carriage (and oh
how could we even forget the shoe?)
like buttons cannot stay unbuttoned,
zippers unzipped, mouths widely shut
while the curious meeting of minds busts
the tik- toking of the clock.

For one cannot leave without the other dying
and the coffee melting in hot hot water
pours cold at three in the morning.

Life, my dear, starts at three.

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