An Innocent Question
It rains cold
Glazed sheets,
Bright pools.
Glass exquisite
This gin,
This olive.
Who's that asleep
Purpling the doorway,
Daddy?
Glazed sheets,
Bright pools.
Glass exquisite
This gin,
This olive.
Who's that asleep
Purpling the doorway,
Daddy?
posted by JMH | 8:42 PM
2 Comments:
Gin, sir, is the devils urine. I urge a Jack Daniels manhattan poem post haste.
Where am I?
These cherry bruises
Mouth sweet words:
Jack, what happened?
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