Sunday, April 1, 2012

You* Call* Not

Dark Rum -0- Red Roses
Cafe Cobble -0- Russian Dialect
Light skirts -0- Bare Thighs
Hot Summer -0- Night
White Chairs -0- Lazy Legs
Relaxed Conversations -0- Fueled Electric Flamenco Guitar
Red Lips -0- Thin Cigarettes
Blue Eyes Into Brown Eyes
This is where I am tonight.
With you
Once Again
In 20 year time.
I exhale my cigarette once more
It’s as if,
we all went back
we both never happened
and yet we’re here
and so is everyone else
what do we say to this?
How about another toast
To this crazy fool,
we call.....
but never do.

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