Original poem #91

Bar Night

he talked about tunnels
 buried unshaken
  beneath our broken city

she kissed a drunken blonde girl
dipping deep teeth and fingers
flashing on the dance floor
and sarah was wearing
 her beer battered socks

while off in my corner
as a kind of unofficial observer
 my notebook
  breathed pillars of flame



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Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

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