Mischief

Mischief

A Poem by Andrew

crumpled pieces of
empty bottles
drinking drearily
by the carnival

torn fabric of dress
bag of nothing
happily haunting
by the alley wall

a quick slip of the silver
all the limbs start to quiver

of all the things you could have said
soft wine lips whisper only red
 

© 2012 Andrew


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Added on December 20, 2012
Last Updated on December 21, 2012