Tag Archive: Nightlife


Happy Hour

Faces pressed,
peering through
window panes,
each night-
light alluring,
doors, open-
moths,
to
the
bar.

Lobero

Lobero

Last Call

Swaggering,
staggering,
they enter,
the night.

Intoxicated
smiles,
words, whispered,
plans, forth
coming.

The
lonely formation,
I watch,
shaking my head,
joining the ranks,
marching,
reluctantly,
home.