Flask
dear change,
i've seen you here before
scratching scoundrel
itching with mange-
the undomesticated mutt.
charmed, finessed (i am
the butt of your joke) (you
are the ash to my smoke)
dear change,
loop swoop pull &
push- peering thru the
burning bush, all
teehees & cracking
leaves; oh dear
change, i only want to
ask, will you share
whatever's in your
flask?
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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