The mattresses are piled high
on the curb in the
morning,
sagging together in a sorry heap as
if they, too, got
wasted last night.
Perhaps like years ago,
they’re left to be burned.
Tonight, will we watch
the flames dance with the
blaring music, dance
in the distance behind
not enough sleep and
too much alcohol?
Perhaps the frat boys
have got new beds,
ready to stain fresh mattresses
with the crudeness
of what happens here at night.
Tomorrow, will we watch
them be dragged along to a
dumpster, dragged along to
hide the evidence of a
soiled lifestyle?
Maybe they were put here
by mistake,
in one of those drunken moments
by some
masquerading man.
on the curb in the
morning,
sagging together in a sorry heap as
if they, too, got
wasted last night.
Perhaps like years ago,
they’re left to be burned.
Tonight, will we watch
the flames dance with the
blaring music, dance
in the distance behind
not enough sleep and
too much alcohol?
Perhaps the frat boys
have got new beds,
ready to stain fresh mattresses
with the crudeness
of what happens here at night.
Tomorrow, will we watch
them be dragged along to a
dumpster, dragged along to
hide the evidence of a
soiled lifestyle?
Maybe they were put here
by mistake,
in one of those drunken moments
by some
masquerading man.
