At the Bar.
Jazz plays downtown
Los Angeles, California.
Ash grey silhouette of
A man seated on the opposite table.
Something's sparkling in his ashtray.
Something's bleeding on the pages
Of the journal, as the reporter writes
Her draft on the side table.
People in numbers heaving in.
Drinks on the table seeding
To outcomes of sorrow, guilt
And happiness flowers.
...Friday 6th January 2023 8:44 am
Wallflowers
The music begins again.
You wallflowers who came
with the dance in mind
and empty hands to hold—
skulking along the fringe,
afraid to join in,
but more afraid to leave.
She comes.
You wither at her gaze,
hoping, not hoping
she is looking at you;
Would it mean more?
A joke, a fluke, a trick,
or perhaps a friend—
If you don’t see
will she leave?
Wallflower dancer
shaking and jiv...
Sunday 15th January 2017 2:52 pm
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