Saturday, July 09, 2005

Theoritical Dream

it's gonna be
another late night:
sore feet,
sore back.

can't sleep:
a theoretical
$58 in my pocket.
6:28 PM:
no one here;
why am I?

10:55 PM:
five minutes before closing;
no one is leaving.

11:55 PM:
still here,
waiting.

12:58 PM:
can't sleep,
Keane stuck in my brain,
with a theoretical
dream in my pocket.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

a theoretical dream, wow!!
gulnaz

. : A : . said...

Very interesting. Like the way you put in the time before each line after the middle.

Liam Wilkinson said...

Great poem - I love the structure of your poems, they're as fluent as Bukowski's. And I'm a massive Keane fan (we are referring to the same Keane?)

Great stuff.

stan laurel said...

Yes, yes. I happened to be working in a music store when their self-titled album came out. I rejected the insults that they are mimicing Coldplay. I absolutely love their music. Plus, I think they have better lyrics than Coldplay. Thanks! :)