Thursday’s Poem – Tonight will not be here tomorrow

Tonight will not be here tomorrow.

The bottle will still be here, barring accident or injury.
Just like ourselves.

But tonight will not be here tomorrow.
And for that I grieve.

Another round then,
and a toast to the night.
We will miss you when you’re gone.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

2 thoughts on “Thursday’s Poem – Tonight will not be here tomorrow

  1. Hey Jonny Frost, stick to sharp commentary. I’ll stick to trying to figure out how the fuck to “embed” a fucking video. What a junk show.

  2. No, not “Jonny Frost” but more like Jonny Carlos Williams. Clear. Concise. A bit of whimsey. The merest touch of nostalgia.