That evening you were wearing your best smile
the one that makes you look fake.
We danced without music with the generator running
because the power was out
and you were cold.
My chest of books divide amongst my friends
said the poet as he lay dying
and so we did divide his books
you took the Bible
I took something useful.
Appraise the antiques and appeal the case.
As the judges gavel gave you your sentence
to be placed… Continue
Posted on May 12, 2009 at 7:37pm — 2 Comments