Justin Hilliard - "Drunk Was The Night", "promises and pinkie swears" and "what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Drunk Was The Night"

 

I pay the guy next to me

10 dollars to buy two beers

and pass me

one.

 

Lost my fake I.d

now I can’t drive

so I chartered a taxi to the

party the next night.

 

We were all drunk

and the night whispered

cantos of lost

exotic poetry

in my ear.

 

Its breath stunk of

cheap booze and

half truths

and roofies

and marijuana

and stale smoke.

 

the night drew on it’s

pipe

and after the epic

blew smoke in my face


"promises and pinkie swears"

 

there’s a check in the money drawer

with an old co-worker’s name on it.

he had a degree

and used this place until

something better came along

 

hand written symbols stain

once clean paper

$234.79

 

our skulls boil under the

summer sun

we talk about him sometimes,

gone corporate

 

we didn’t have no degrees,

no once clean paper

marked with symbols and

associated meaning perched

our sorry souls

above

minimum wage

 

soul paper cashable

by the sweat shop

claims our penance,

sequestered in corporate

vaults

 

symbolic

slips of eviscerated bark

stuffed with monetary

promises and

pinkie swears

 

boss shows up one day

I haven’t smacked the clock

yet

and take five to smoke

 

bossman, can I take

jake’s check

out to the bank

with mine

could use the extra

change


"what do you want to be when you grow up?"

 

you don’t talk about death at dinner with your

your girlfriend’s parents

or philosophy

copulation and fortification

say pretty things

    why ma’am this meal has just been

    fantastic

to her sister

    where do you go to

    school?

    Oh wow

    what will you major in?

earwash

double wrapped condom

benign

 

in bed with her

whisper bits of

divine verse

speak of ends and

existentiality

 

if you’re lucky

 

    i’m going to take the bar

you already dropped out

if we must play the game

let’s not make it

suicidal and boring

    

    truly I’m an astronaut. tomorrow

    I’ll be in space

so high

 

Justin Hilliard reads and writes along the beaches of his native sunshine state, where he also edits his literary journal The Chaotic Review. Visit him at https://justinhilliard.net/. His work has been published or is forthcoming in many wonderful publications including After the Pause, Dime Show Review, Amaryllis, Eunoia Review, and Rat’s Ass Review.