Thursday, November 29, 2007

The Only Sentiment

a menthol butt smeared with fire engine red
hissing among the scattered remains of the day;
coffee now cold, plates with cut off crusts, a deck of cards, a piece of chalk, the mail untouched
once a signal for an amorous night a candle gave a nervous flicker, narrowed it's light to faint, then expired
no glamour here
just the prime of his life
spent, he thought, while I remained unaware
so wrapped up in the day after day enigma of existence
he'd forgotten not only to watch but to live

Ten Words
- amorous
- chalk
- deck
- enigma
- faint
- glamour
- nervous
- prime
- sentiment
- watch

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