A Beautiful Night

A Beautiful Night

Hands shoved deep into his pockets She thought, “They belong in my hair” Shoved deep in his pockets. (It’s the question of ownership… With hands shoved deep in pockets He owns himself) Thursday last he stood above the bed rapturous and disbelieving Knowing this...
Saloon Christmas 1993

Saloon Christmas 1993

That Christmas Eve they were bonding grieving For one recently dead mother And one long since past Doubly lost to pathos and intoxication Mothering he gently guided the currently most sick of the pair To regret and review the evening’s repast HURLING as we say...
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