stag,
as they say
in this
the age
of
scanning the lives
of
old crushes
and
formally
potential wives
from miles
and time away-
in an instant

solo,
as the duos
go on and on,
and on,
relentless,
still,
the day be
for them
so,
another
and another,
another,
and see
savage beasts
and
tear filled
mothers

see,
the sweaty glass
and
someone’s sister,
daughter
feel fine
to dance
sing
and dream
of grand
things

and home they go,
those duos
and home
go I,
more quiet
in spite
of
myself

one,
desk lamp
and a glass
of water,
for gazing
and
trudge along
this mind
til mornin’