“I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada
at Trader Vic’s, his hair was perfect.” —Warren Zevon
In the last ten minutes
before my birthday begins
I sit in my room,
silent.
No music, no booze,
no guests.
Just me
listening
to the air conditioner
hum.
I feel like Warren Zevon
at the end of the world.
There is no special meaning
to it.
I don’t feel older.
I don’t feel wiser.
I don’t feel tired.
Soon,
my phone will light up
with messaged wishes
and I will make every one count
with friends
and bartenders.
Knocking back
each year
with another bottle,
but for now,
at this moment
with four minutes left,
I understand why Warren
wrote Werewolves of London.
At exactly midnight,
I’ll go outside,
howl at the waxing moon,
let the new neighbors know
they’ve got something real special
on their hands,
walk up to the all-night bar
on the corner,
order a Pina Colada
and my hair
will be perfect.
About Todd Cirillo:
Todd Cirillo is a poet, publisher, editor and pirate. He co-founded Six Ft. Swells Press and has had multiple books published including his latest, Burning the Evidence (Epic Rites Press, 2017). Todd's poems have appeared in various national and international magazines and cocktail napkins everywhere. Todd lives in New Orleans, Louisiana. He can be found at afterhourspoetry.com and toddcirillo.com
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