Monday, May 20, 2013


V. (continued)

May 20

With no further appointments
the future compresses
to a day spent in bed
or a night at the grind

And then we stopped paying rents,
stopped return addresses,
pretended we were dead
and no one seemed to mind

Be careful, ladies and gents,
care, you know, oppresses
and reason has now fled
like daylight for the blind,

leaving us with slick ointments,
slicker, he confesses,
then crude oil that has spread
over seas we might find

were like tired habiliments—
tired, spent ball dresses,
a hat that drowned your head,
glass slipper left behind.

©Donald Brown 2010/2013

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