Bloomfield Marriott by Matthew Milia

Oh, the middle-age clock clicks
In fun size Snickers and antibiotics
Sister Margaret says you got my note

Did you remember to vote
This November?
Because your sore throat
Is the leading contender
For my favorite cage
The page I wish I wrote

And Catholic seniors from the all-male high school
In BMWs, bright blue, carpool past you
To the imperial light
Did you remember to write
Me an answer
About the night that the world turned faster
Than we ever knew
Ever knew it might?

And you always say we got a lot
A lot of nice life before us
But it’s feeling like there’s not
Any way
To make my way back in
And claim the spot
Looking out over the kingdom
From the Bloomfield Marriott
Looking down
On the ground I thought I knew

Spend your birthday in nervousness
At the Michigan Department of Human Services
Sister Margaret got your paperwork
It’s the perennial perk
And it's always slipping
By the time I woke up, all the icicles dripping
In some friendless year
As some endless fear emerged

Aw, but you always say we got a lot
A lot of nice life before us
But it’s feeling like there’s not
Any way
To make my way back in
And claim the spot
Looking out over the kingdom
From the Bloomfield Marriott
Looking down
On the ground I thought I knew

I’m the wedding DJ
In the budget banquet hall
And you’re my only friend

It’ll be ok
When Sister Margaret rights it all
Or it might be the end

Appears on On the Northline