Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Feckless

Morning Light Blew Teardust From Her Pillow
And Out The Window She Opened
To Let The Smell Of Spilt Sugar And Beer Drift Out

Out In To City Streets Where She First Stood In Que
Befriended By A Quick Bouncers Hand
Disco Dancers Worse Their Busy Fingers Caused This Mourning

CK

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