from the pool
her pink bikini
ah,
another life
*
on the bare ground of her love
he sleeps until the slap! of a
lit cigarette wakes the burning world
*
long gray hair
this is who i am
NO~!
*
she was a trap of beauty
he was in season
*
from the ceiling
dancing feet
mine tap along
*
"whiskey breath"
i think i'll call it
searching the cupboards
*
on the plate
one pepper, a few crumbs
a tear
*
strong bitter tea
an offering
a thank you
*
long drought
a beach of dead fish
and you
*
bent old man pushing his basket
american flag waving with pride
the sidewalk wet with melting snow
his treasure?
a package of
oreos
*
nearly empty cafe
just this old writer
and a young man
wiping down the tables
*
AVANT!
what the hell does that mean?
posted by tom at
3:07 PM
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