exceptional night

All The Possibilities Of Nothing Exceptional

Of all the things to do

A haze engulfs me

Making a decision difficult

boredom is a problem for those

Who lead, for the most part, solitary lives

This is how the men end up, end up

Ass in the air, pants around their ankles

Tonight this old city burns

Screams fill the hills and airs

For miles and miles

I can sit here silently

I can just watch it all

Take it all in

Then with all the possibilities of nothing exceptional

I’ll grab another beer

Head home

And call it a night

A very non-exceptional night

© Dicky J Loweman 2014