The Lean Lines of What Comes Last

Love Lines
by Chad Parenteau

Shift’s end
one more whiskey
pours out last light.

Barstools lean, napkins
slip notes spell lines
for no one.

Last train waits
metronecked deadeyed
almost missed by me.

scrap change from fare
never cross my book.

This is always about me.
Every train eventually mine
assholes to asphalt.

Last leg half
sleeping last
first up

no one


Chad Parenteau is a poet living in Boston. He hosts the weekly Stone Soup Poetry series in Cambridge, Massachusetts. His book, Patron Emeritus, was released from FootHills Publishing in June of 2013.


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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