Andrew Marzoni

The Fourteenth

Added on by Andrew Marzoni.

The hobgoblins strike at my teeth

As the recyclables flail with emotions

And the bicycles fly through the air

After a night with Jameson’s

And the camera excites the little girls

Who sing to the cherry trees even though

No one is actually listening

But no one cares, no one knows

How I can sit here for hours and hours

Waiting for something to happen

But nothing ever does, except a bathroom break

Every now and then.