My Cell

I keep this cell in my pocket,

held in place by invis-

-ible airwaves.

Sometimes I take it out,

just to look-

-at myself in the glare.

I forget I’m held here,

I forget I’m held in the mirror,

I forget I’m held as I hold my cellular.

Last Call

There’s a hole in the wall

a tiny bar in a tiny town.

Stone oven, taps, and candle light-

Something for the hunger, the thirst

and the loneliness in the night.

Saw the prettiest little thing

          and tried to converse,

          in our small universe, 

over how loud the spirits did sing

         within.

Stayed out late, drinking in 

the beauty of the night-

         -Taps running dry 

         and the fire is dying out.

She’s got me by the look in her eye

and I don’t wanna say goodbye.