A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

#10 - Infinite Grammar; or, Night Life

(inspired by Tony Hoagland’s “Grammar”)

At six-thirty
It’s gin and lime
And ice—
A cheers to
Drinking in the
Present progressive.
Lager at nine
And Rob’s telling
Dead-baby jokes
To Drew’s
New girlfriend,
The brunette
We’ve all been
With our eyes
Since the
Sun went down.

At eleven and
Pat tells us
That tonight’s
The night
He’s gonna let
His modifiers dangle.
A bar, any bar
At midnight,
A den of bodies,
Steady beats
That we all let vibrate
Us into alignment,
On a smoke-filled
Dance floor.

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