black light illumination

i thought i might have
but i didn't and looking
at the bright side, at least
i had the feeling of thinking at
first that someone might be
interested in talking poetry
with me, in between
stolen cigarettes
and false starts,
scouring the room -
anyone, anyone,
it's last call - everybody
get the fuck out. no, hold
up, me knowing i was
still w/someone special
in this town and then a sweep
and we're done - outside - a
nod of the head and he
falls in line beside us
with the walking
order switching
throughout - she
was a fast walker,
which made sense
later, in a sense and
fumbling for dollars
and cents and a
puppy named
something-
with-an-E
-at-the-end.
yes, i remember.

daring and bold,
it wasn't cold, but
it was a walk of a
couple of blocks
and we were
locked out the
front and i made
a small jab about her
remembering it this
time and then walking
around and he's up
to something you
say and i ask if
you would
prefer a
story and
you say
story and
i don't have
one handy at
the moment and
he laughs and knows
and i know and i don't
believe now that maybe
you know or maybe you
were just thrown for a loop
by the holes in the world
around you, trying not
to slip in between
them to fall to
your dream
of waking
again, i
remember
him letting us
in and security
was shocked and i
didn't see it then, but
i do now and the looks
of disappointment perhaps
as we wandered back
into the room, the
glow from the
black lights
illuminating
things - you
could see it
if you stopped
and looked
closely -
more
gentlemanly
gestures,
(albeit a little
more tipsily)
overblown
and i've
blown it
perhaps
except
for that
intial rush
of meeting
someone new
who writes too...