R. J. Zeman

Poetry about the drinking life, punk rock, recovery, heartbreak and loss. Thank you for visiting. You can reach me at nuggetsvolume1@gmx.com. If you like what you see, and would like to help me out with a donation, please go to https://www.gofundme.com/help-a-struggling-poet

Tuesday, March 10, 2026

Streets

We stand
on a front
porch;
we drink
and we
laugh.
A half moon
hangs
over the
roof
as cigarette smoke
mingles
with the
scent of
summer sweat.
My girlfriend
laughs;
she takes
a quick drag
off a cigarette.
Our youth
is a flickering
candle,
burning out
fast,
midnight
to
midnight. 
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