A candid look out of full eyes
sunk into her future face,
offerings of passion
held in reaching hands.
Clothing reveals
what she can't say,
her walking way stumbles
her heart beat mumbles.
Passing trees, like dominoes
ready for a fall stand small,
as sober thoughts drift into
the kaleidascope sky,
a cornered jack-in-the box
another whiskey on the rocks.
3 weeks ago
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