Monday
Sep142009
Awkward Teenage Years or Halcyon Days

The beer in the glass goes counter-clockwise
as I swirl and swirl it some more.
I scratch the side of the pint glass,
peeling the imaginary label
off of the Guinness I am drinking.
My mind drifts past the shiftless drifters
drinking cans of Olympia and cheap scotch
and the tattooed Camel Wides-smoking indie rock priestess.
It goes further back, back into time,
and without stopping anywhere,
my mind drifts back.
Putting away the beer and stepping out for a cigarette,
I begin to wonder if my awkward teenage years
were also my halcyon days.
©2009 José-Ariel Cuevas

José-Ariel Cuevas
Reader Comments (2)
"There were never any good old days, they are today, they are tomorrow. It's a stupid thing we say, cursing tomorrow with sorrow..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGuOypqaYzU" rel="nofollow">Gogol Bordello - "Ultimate"
But it's been
14 years of silence
It's been
14 years of pain
It's been
14 years that are gone forever
And I'll never have again...
guns n motherfucking roses - 14 years.