Emptied Wine

Posted on 11/04/2011

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This poem’s been written for Magpie Tales.

They sat there all evening,

Late unto next morning,

Wanting to numb any sensation,

Wander off, for all they care, to Brooklyn,

Intending to drink until they visualize,

The union of their two lives,

Bright, like these cascading lights,

Like this jazz, when its tune nose dives,

The smooth marble,

Reassuring them how faithful,

They’ll be forever,

Even if this night, is the last of theirs together..

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