February 2, 2016




It might have been  one long neon light

In the laundromat that set her off

When it flickered & popped

Everyone up late

Our eyes were hypnotized some

All bets were off

On what might happen

She was the first to go

To distract us from our books & hand-machines,

Pull us from our puzzles, also  our magazines

Her  saying all that nonsense  fouled by fire

Interrupted that late night scene

Her calling names out

All intense, her pleas

We stared some  & stuck out someone’d stop her

Her call to fallen reveries

Her own  effin reveries











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