Full-Length Daydream
I smoke a blunt
barricaded from the harsh sunlight
by a striped canopy.
You're taking a shower,
I daydream of full-length mirrors,
and soapy brown skin.
The post card in my hand
depicts the Roman Colosseum.
Gladiators are still hopelessly fighting time.
It's 1985
the world, as usual,
spins on like a tossed coin.
Make love while you can.
Find the lady in the shower,
wherever she is,
don't just sit there!
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment