floydianslip6
02-14-2008, 03:21 PM
I haven't written anything in several months... and poetry in even longer. But here's last nights endeavour.
Forks scrape stoneware plates between splashes.
White pants, grey shirt;
a host from the 1970's.
Furry slippers slide on faded linoleum.
Left over potatoes from the veritable feast,
shared between friends over herbed air;
expanding conciousness beyond limits.
The world carried on.
In here too; with whiskey breath.
Forks scrape stoneware plates between splashes.
White pants, grey shirt;
a host from the 1970's.
Furry slippers slide on faded linoleum.
Left over potatoes from the veritable feast,
shared between friends over herbed air;
expanding conciousness beyond limits.
The world carried on.
In here too; with whiskey breath.