Poem?

Police Tape

Unfurled

Murder scene

Somewhere

Bartender with curls

Straightened

Border’s books…

Flattened pancakes

She spoke of roses

while I smelled them

walking down the alley street

Are you willing to take this risk?

She moaned…

I don’t know.

I do!

life… passes,

while waiting for the bus.

My voice quivers, yours shouts.

Friends on Facebook aren’t really friends.

Hey? What? Nothing…

Is this a poem?

You’re damn right!

What else would it be?

I don’t know…

Fuck!

What?

Nothing.

Huh?

Nothing…

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One response to “Poem?

  1. the space, in the mind, rolling around the alleyway, the questions that emerge ‘while waiting for the bus’, the moan of ambiguous desires….yes. yes yes yes

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