5:02

5:02,

Wednesday night,

all hands on deck
or so he thinks,

or so they don't know,

just a lost cause
masking itself as
some kind of competence
when its so clear that
they can barely keep the
dry marks off their lip corners,

this is some kind of
Americana after all,

one that surrenders to the
overloaded nacho plate
served at every other
sports bar in these
whimsical boxes
called states and
counties and
Indian reservations
and nature preserves
and all that jazz like
Utah is known for
performing,

the kind that s***s
on the sour single
note called monogamy,

 a one-line gag of
irrelevance in the
comedic farce of
geological time,

and this pile of
pedantic pen
scrapings is
another in a
mountain of
incongruous
sand grains
that will go
unseen and
unnoticed at
5:02pm on a
less-than-memorable
Wednesday night.

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

the geologic time frame seems to put the single night at a particular time in a somewhat different light........good flow, intense imagery, subtle yet effective alliteration. well done!

[Hayley]

You amaze me. Truly incredible work! I wish I could give a more constructive and in-depth review, but words escape me.