“Those Nights” By Ace Boggess

night of colors & night of sound     blues & blue notes
sweat slinging with sex-mad zeal off Roy’s Takamine strings
a festive bar’s passion room & you with spirit
blunted     obsessing about balloons
your method to forget the fight that finished a friendship
while I forgave the music for its happiness &
did my best to help you locate yours     O & one
night we spent in an Ashland graveyard hiding from police
you & I like lovers needing neither word nor touch
you there to see your monument that weeps
I for a comet that never came     clouds too thick
sky burned by searchlights     so many nights
we bundled our sufferings in a canvas sack &
drowned them in the river like a bottled message
pleading for help but left unsigned     too many nights
restless & not     urgent & not     waiting for a happening
this night answers those     a compendium
tonight we await our emptying music
until these distant beds in which we never sleep
might seem less crowded by those nights     nights
we loved & did not love ourselves

Ace Boggess is author of the novel A Song Without a Melody (Hyperborea Publishing, 2016) and two books of poetry, most recently, The Prisoners (Brick Road Poetry Press, 2014). Forthcoming is a third poetry collection: Ultra-Deep Field (Brick Road). His writing has appeared in Harvard Review, Mid-American Review, RATTLE, River Styx, North Dakota Quarterly and many other journals. He lives in Charleston, West Virginia.

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