Sep 2019
Ordering a drink.
I really need that empty glass.
The lights are slow. The pace
is dim. The room
has a sense of non about it.
A piano man plays
tuneless songs.
Dancers…
…don’t.
And couples stare
slowly
past each other.
I really need that empty glass.
The lights are slow. The pace
is dim. The room
has a sense of non about it.
A piano man plays
tuneless songs.
Dancers…
…don’t.
And couples stare
slowly
past each other.
I kept trying to tag a positive end on this poem, and every time I did it told me to F' off and get back to work
