No Way Out
He sits sipping someone else’s
leftover wine
lipstick kisses on the rim
not left for him.
The surroundings are not his
yet familiar
enough to make him wary
of the voices.
Big Ben chimes
within his tortured tower
grasping at shredded moments
“then” disconnected from now.
He eyes the corner of a bottle
a half smoked cigarette
ponders the dilemma
of “no way out”.
©6/24/2019
After the Party Poetry Contest
Anthony Slausin sponsor
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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