At 2:30 (What Then?)

At 2:30 in the morning everyone’s a poet
At 2:30 everyone’s a monster
Everyone’s a saint
Everyone’s a lover.

A revolutionary fighter
A movie and a rock star
A broken-hearted singer
An accidental clown

And if the sun never rises?
If he decides in his ennui
After a million thousand hundred tens in repetition
Not to push up again the dusty flap of dawn
On the roundness of his scarred and crusted brow
What then?


One Response to “At 2:30 (What Then?)”

  1. at 2:30, very beautiful


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