CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“All Shows”


As the sun descends under the horizon,
Happy are the ones who live for the night.
Some are unemployed
Some are nine-to-fivers
Some are driven by taxis
Some are drunk drivers.
None are attracted to the light.
All strive
To drink or smoke or snort or fight
Or fuck the blue sky away.
As the moon takes its shift,
All play.
Some are underage
Some are over-the-hill
Some are happily married
Some are out for a thrill.
None look forward to the day.
All will
Drink or smoke or snort or fight
Or fuck till the sun glows.
And in that bright sunlight, what they’ve done
All shows.

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-Chris J. Melanson 2008