Poetry For Everyday People
Pen With A Napkin Chaser
Do you remember
when time
fed us grapes,
when a good sun
devoured
hard memories,
we walk in,
these secret dark places,
music tunes up, smoke whispers,
perfume touching
what can't be reached,
a flickering
blue neon
laying it down,
you start with
a cold beer,
a booth,
light
a night of poets
rising.
when time
fed us grapes,
when a good sun
devoured
hard memories,
we walk in,
these secret dark places,
music tunes up, smoke whispers,
perfume touching
what can't be reached,
a flickering
blue neon
laying it down,
you start with
a cold beer,
a booth,
light
a night of poets
rising.
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Pen With A Napkin Chaser
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