On a Cocktail Napkin
A dance of fire
and a Rootbeer
smile,
chewing french fries,
watching skin dry.
Hot dog buns show us
the true murderers.
salted pretzels
the sinners.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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