After Midnight

by Melissa   Oct 21, 2008

If sorrow is sunless
then I'm after midnight
when all the pitter patters
of suburbia
have tucked themselves
between dreams

tis then that I smoke cigarettes
with ghosts
who dawdle about my fingertips
a sooty fog
of metrical exhaustion
that will soon dispel
just like you
and me


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  • 9 years ago


    "If sorrow is sunless
    then I'm after midnight"

    "Tucked themselves between dreams"

    How do you come up with this stuff? It's brilliant and so thought provoking. Just wow as Take care~Holly

  • 9 years ago

    by Corinne

    What's with you Melissa? Don't you ever write a bad poem? ;-) Another excellent one. I constantly marvel at your writing

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