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The Cocktail #poetry

The light shines bright

In the yellowish black mist

Of the night.

Blurry vision and

scattered plots

arise

in tastes

from a melting pot

of instances.

Hair style

in angles no one could ever picture sleeping in.

All the while

The

fun and games

are in a mattress

you wouldn’t touch again.

Lucky Jeans and V-necks,

strappy shoes and g strings

would never mean a thing

unless you were moving slowly

scenting,

wanting,

needing,

leaning unsteadily

and misbehaving in the evening.

A beautiful masterpiece of

blackness and emptiness

made your case.

Enjoying the poison as of lately.

Water would clean your misery

but a shot of whiskey does so instead.

JLA ©

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