Solo

XXVI.  SOLO

 

Drinking the last of the best party wine

The noise of the city is the hum of our time

Which is not definitive by any stretch

I must be painting a still life:  grapefruit, coffee

While people are killing for money

I find when the snow is thick

A version of a Spanish mosaic

Even white trains whistle through my sleep

And you’re slowly switching habits to fit in

You borrowed friends’ bodies

To see how they fit

And I see you turning to borrow one more

Shake the snow-globe upside-down

I'm not here now, and it's good

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Adri-Sun
That gave me the shivers, I havn't read a good short like that since I was in boarding school and the girls minds would run wild with thoughts of past and future because we had nothing else to do but daydream.
SweetMisery
[this is good]
You write so well. i love it.
Iris
[esto es genial]
stunning. you find your unique rhythm and pacing. there's a whole life in a moment right here!

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