forgotten nights

the cars roll
down the road
lazily
at late night
every night

a cool, light breeze
caresses my face
softly
tonight

passers-by
on skateboards
are the only disturbances
of peace
on the side streets
tonight

tonight
is like every other night
in history
when nothing significant
happened:
lonely
and, in the end,
forgotten

forgotten nights
beget forgotten lives

the typewriter smells
like oil and ink
and it oftentimes
goes wholly unnoticed
as my fingers strike the keys
unconsciously

bums beg booze
at convenience stores,
sit on curbs
discussing matters
of insignificance
as the nights
pass by
into the forgotten realm

forgotten nights
beget forgotten lives

5/11/17



Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-01 at 02:04

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is one of your best. I've gone through such nights, and you've described them perfectly.
2017-06-02



I thought it was a very pleasant night. Forgotten because it is ordinary for you, but perhaps extraordinary for someone who lives in a different place. The poem started with such pleasant images and ended sad. Nice write. The images linger in my mind.
Ashe
2017-06-01