Wax Paper Night

Benjamin Jenkins, poem, poems, poetry, writing

The Moon hangs in the sky

Behind wax paper.

 

Is that a Full moon?

 

I remark

Trying to make small talk

Because the less I drink nowadays

The more I feel a buzz.

 

Our friendship has

Reached the point of proximity energy

And not sound waves.

 

Time is on our side.

It’s written in paint across a

Elementary school’s fence boards.

 

Oh, how right and wrong they are.

 

The people I meet, more and more-

Remind me of people I have met.

 

It all seems like such a practiced game.

I am eager to learn

How to bend the rules.

 

Time is on our side.

Oh, how right and wrong they are.

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