A Bar Stool Baby
The Morgue File
wantonness is a slow burn
moving silently toward shadows
left behind bar stools on a hazy Saturday night,
picking its way among the wreckage
trailed in from lives disintegrating
one decibel at a time,
finding life in thieves' movements
a slip of lip
in a bathroom stall.
are you all in yet?
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015
The midweek motif at Poets United is all about choices this week, Here is my bit.