Love’s Taxicab Blues or Observations at the Gas Station
Parking lot on loudon
stays lit all summer. long nights
great whites swim through and watch. hungry.
how quickly the heads hang low and scatter
from passaenger seat i quietly eyeball
long legged breezes step upon the curb
only to be told she thick. harrasment and humidity
swallow up this kentucky evening. rorschach couldn’t make sense
out of this mess. I want to sail away
but those thoughts
keep on passin me byyyyyyyyyyy
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Sweet sorrow is the call tomorrow (if I got the last line reference correct.)
This took me to Lexington immediately. Great job.
are yall doin’ “he say/she say” poems told from varying vantage points?!? that would be awesome af.
It would be. Wasn’t intentional though.