Sunday, April 20, 2014

Poetry Project, day 19

Smoke smelling hair-
red wine cigar lips.
A small thing with a
red light around it's
neck so the darkness
won't swallow her
up, so we know
where to focus our
attention if ever there
is a lapse in the
conversation. But
tonight it won't
come to that,
although that would
be a good reason to
get a puppy, or
to have a
baby. Just like a
Kermit watch-
bad for telling time,
good for starting
conversations.

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