(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
Diagramming
With our eyes
Since the
Sun went down.
Jager-bombs
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,
Coordinating
conjunctions
On a smoke-filled
Dance floor.
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