Trappings
Trappings
Smoky bars
are my den of iniquity
not social
filled glasses
with conversational
immunity.
Stinky fumes
as my frequent
rolled papers
with cancer
And desperation
lament.
These smoky bars
are just the bees
in fact
you can walk right through them
if you please
but never passed
least not with ease.
Copyright © Fiona Callaghan | Year Posted 2016
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