Self-Deception

The first thing I've written in a long time that i actually liked. Pretty casual rhyming here, thrown in out of boredom. Enjoy

A cool night by the river,

Accompanied by little, intriguing flames. 

Supplied by torches,

And conversation.

A relaxed and unconscious vibration.

Sent rolling in pale, lecturing tunes,

Unheard across my eardrums.

The whole evening like a film,

As the spooling reels unfold, and run ever faster.

Until the social machinations fail, into a spiral.

The audience dissipates, to their cars, and their beds.

Ignore the stars,

Forget the looks,

But remember this night,

It was one for the books.

The trials and tribulations,

Masked by tabooed celebration.

Which carry me, heavily and laboriously,

Into this new day.

Which I begin in my favorite way.

With an egg sandwich

With sausage.

For three dollars and sixty-eight cents.

Reviews

[B. Mahoney]

I dig the occasion. Accurate description of the night of velvet light (Benji's words not mine). Also I know that sandwich.

[-abc-]

Nothing like coming back into the civilized ambience of a diner after a night out campin in the woods is there? :) Good pen dear friend. Keep the quill dancing..