Closing Time

Chairs stacked

legs in the air

like dead flies,

 

the barman

has that blank look

in his eyes

 

I’m sitting

watching suds dry

in an empty glass

 

and thinking

it’s July,

twenty sixteen

 

and events

are ripping by

at such a pace

 

it seems that

five minutes

ago was

 

a simpler,

more innocent

time .