Empty sounds emanate from
Elongated lobes, like torsos of
Desireable women with plastic smiles
The wind is an unwelcome guest
At this odd hour, shattering any
Hope of ennui on a Sunday night
Candles flicker like half grown
Adults eager for love. Smells of
Fish fry aromas signal the fall
Of some unkempt bachelor’s
Bastion to womankind. Flies
Survey my banal diet with
The pure interest of capitalists
Meanwhile my old gardener
Romances the blossoms to the
Haunting orchestra of twilight
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Night
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Enjoyed reading all the poems on the page. They are so mature in terms of expression & use of imagery--this is surprising as a little bird just told me your age :)
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---goood!