Tag: poems about time

Three and Counting

In cloudy skies we can point to everything,
To find similarity and we described it
In high school English to empty the milk cartons of meaning.
Gentlemen reflect in receding ice cubes and
Swinging across Elm into urbanite cock fights.
Floating, melting into her whiskey colored eyes
The missus distributes disambiguated dinners
With a side of dry rye wit

Eventide

Riding passenger side, I snap shots Winding up, down in front Stability taking on long exposures. From the back seat youth mocks Our separated falconer’s aging grace. Two instant polaroids, twins Destroyed by pictures of memory. Precious and precarious, sliding There once, here once, Then at once gone again. Right heel dug into the floorboard,

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Follow the Queen

Ladies wearing smart suits
Tahitian pearl chokers
Rhinestone bangle bracelets
Bengal tiger-print hot pants.
A real mistress
Ends in a whisper
Her knowledge sits stuck
In the back of a cab.
Like all irrelevant souvenirs.