Cheers to you my loyal servant
On this night we call ours
for the parks outside are shouting
with fireworks and trashy concert music
you and I are proud to get away from.
Let them celebrate our silent communion;
I with these cheap canned beers,
You will the juice of my nearly
unpayable electric bill.
Remind me to get this dream over with.
Remind me to settle my debt with my cousin
and ask money from the pension of my grandparents.
Remind me to remind them that together we
will finally work out our best masterpiece yet,
sharpened from the million words
my fingers dug in your
miraculously enduring keyboard.
Remind me of the good times
when stories didn’t make me remember
my grumbling stomach
and my worn shoes because they weren’t.
Remind me of my sacrifices, will you?
My friends, my lovers, my one-night stands?
And do the reminiscing for me
for I do not wish to wake up
from the hangover
finally. Poem No. 7 for this week’s poetry theme, “writing summer.” Must. Read. More. Books. You must read more of my poetry too. Just kidding, but if you liked it, why not? hehehehe