Late Night Rituals

It’s late at night

And I’ve finished my last writes of the evening

I’ve exhausted all the thoughts I can squeeze,

From this drunk and worn out mind

This room has grown dim

And the soft sounds of Miles and John

Are floating in the otherwise still air

I check my email, one more time

Just to make sure,

I haven’t missed anything from you

Lines from you, late at night,

Are always the best way to call it quits

But, ah, nothing from you

But still, all is good

There will be tomorrow, soon enough

And hopefully more words of yours to decipher

And more of my own to collect


Looking to the future,

Can brighten a quiet and darkened room

And bring dreams filled with the goods

Which sail men off to the furthest

Parts of this world

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

A Little Too Late

Surprised by so little

And a little too late

Dinner isn’t anything special

She couldn’t cook when I first met her

She still can’t cook now

So why bother?

Why continue, why move forward?

This seems like a perfect dead-end

And there isn’t enough room to turn around

So we just become complacent, like we’ve been doing for years

Not much has changed

Not much will

And like the oils on the painting

Which never completely dry

What we are left with, is only unfinished business

Not something to look forward to

Not something we should worry about completing

Things like this surround us

And will take up the entire day’s thoughts

But that changes little

And my ashtray is full, again

And the beer I was working on is empty

And there she is

At the foot of her stairs

Calling for me to come down for dinner

Same again, same as it ever was

It won’t be special

And I won’t be surprised

But I will most likely show up late

surprised by so little

And forever, a little too late

© Dicky J Loweman 2015