Friday, July 23, 2010


On a failed night outside in the fog
a friend says
I'm going into real estate
or maybe sales, yeah sales, he says...
Silver hair curled in a froth 
Cars, books, door to door
The waitress asks, Ale or stout?
I say ale
My keyboard is empty
words don't come all the time--
there are many--
but they don't go together all that well
that is, when I try
and the waitress brings beer and scoops up
bills and says
Do you want change?

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