Fantasy.


Guests

 

With paper towels

They wiped the evening

From their skin.

His face

A piece

Of rubber

Rippling,

Crushed against the window,

Stared from the late night

Floor,

To her.

 

She shaved her legs,

And blew smoke

Into the soapbox show,

Disturbing

The darkness,

With her memory

Fading,

Through the waterpipes

In the wall.

Hot and Cold.

 


Submitted: February 06, 2018

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Bert Broomberg

Great one again.

Wed, February 7th, 2018 12:12am

tom mcmullen

Thanks for your comments!

Wed, February 7th, 2018 12:45am

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