The Blue Line

The Blue Line

A Poem by Bruce

stood there phone drained
1%
the volume blasts
ugly looks on
the 
blue line
the redolence of timid summer girls
soooooo vivacious
and here I am maudlin
trying hard to not
make 
eye 
contact

linens
on my bed
unchanged 
since you left
Little things
like
your f*****g Christmas Mug
laughing at me
as I struggle through this hangover






© 2016 Bruce



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Added on February 17, 2016
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Bruce
Bruce

Chicago, IL



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