Spirit Drinks
wine and
legs
so soft
the foot never
fades rug
wine and
thought
just a mirage
a
shadow
behind tree
palm open,
the wine slaps
me
morning.
actually afternoon
time to socialize
and leave me,
to become him
to impress others
to do job
to survive
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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