Poetry and Regret (work in progress)

04.09.07

Filed Under: Poetry

A late night journey home
Flashes of poetry and regret
The latest obsession blasting in my ears
Looping repeat one

Musing on the evening’s events
I rub my tired aching head
My hands hold the odor of end-of-summer sweat,
five cigarette’s smoke and whiskey I shouldn’t have drank

The street’s occupants
craven, bizarre, some beautiful
Studying one another from blurry searching eyes
Advertising grotesque anonymous sex

The smell of rotten fruit and fish and beer
waft with the intensity of tornadoes…

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