by Lucas Stensland
gathering
dark clouds
she hands me bad news
the married woman
saying she loves me
repeated words
by definition
never change
the length
of the platform
half a smile
always
an hour away
Babylon
my empty beer cans
bouncing on the train seat
damn city girl
train bathroom
my hand silences
one wall
one stop
too far
Islip
perfume
from the seat
behind
another train station
not my own
the fanciest
wine bar in Patchogue
free Ruffles
they
weren’t kidding
Village Idiot Pub
out i stumble
and down i go
she's always
a sure thing –
drinks with the moon
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment