there’s five green apples golden freckles on their skin
heater on cozy my hands icy
coffee molasses ice sugar cubes
glass tinted Armenian style
chest gentle heave breasts not in confinement
feet bare electric black polish on crooked toes from walking too early
eyes looking particularly nowhere
thinking about wishing to feel like a Michael Stipe song
standing fingertips wipe eyes from tears
Nina Simone where are you
ashtray heavy crystal lead a junk store whimsy buy
looking south outside the window
buildings tall short stout
like the teapot in that song
this linoleum floor where feet are flat
i witness her smog pink shanks
good morning Los Angeles
Beautiful writing
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thank you friend i rarely am satisfied with my work but i kinda dig this one 🙂
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Such a pleasure. You should be more satisfied
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Brava! ❤️
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This is remarkable love the references to all the singers and songwriters!!!
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i wanna pour scotch and bourbon and get dirty with you in prose…. 😍👏🥃🥃
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i love my city Poeta thanks for reading xo
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