by on June 30, 2014 :: 0 comments

booze the way old men like it –
a touch of class

(random lines skipped over)

if this were another time
there would be volumes of poetry
of your aspect, your body
I know nothing else
save this twinkling spent
and thinking bohemia

editors note:

It’s all twinkling; even brighter in the glints off the ice cubes in the bottom of the glass. – mh

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