Friday Night Blues

by ruby tuesday

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-11-22 17:54:00

It’s a young Friday night and I feel so old
and tired, like
I got stuck on the carousel for a second time around
and the scenery hasn’t changed a bit
and the music’s slowing down
and I couldn’t ride off no matter how I try
cause my horse’s hooves are nailed to the floorboards
with a pole in his back doing all the steerin’
I don’t know where the reigns are anyway

I could sit around wondering why
he doesn’t love me and
why the sky is blue and
why water is the stuff life’s made of
yet
it’s tasteless

every time I sneeze I want to stuff cotton in my ears
cause five senses bring things into too much focus
in this world that feels like it’s dead at the wheel
on a young Friday night and I feel so old and
tired
at twenty-one.

But at twenty-one it’s nothing
a five dollar bottle of blackberry merlot
shared with Rilke can’t fix.



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