garland cinquain

Routines and Rituals

Light up!
We talk about
Cruel uncertainties
The strip submerges us in dreams
Tonight.

We walk
The streets invite
Our broken, lonely limbs
To share the fleeting joys of beer.
In here.

Clinking
Eyes regard things
With neon signs gleaming
From their hungry underbellies.
We laugh.

The cloaks
Distant burdens
The damp-lit walls beckon
For us to lay and drink again
And stay

Voices
Drifted from tongues
Cravings lay impatient
Your lips brush past my ears and asked
Shall we?

Light up!
The streets invite
With neon signs gleaming
For us to lay and drink again
Shall we?