Thursday, 4 December 2014

GOODBYE SUMMER



like an old woman 
with 
a thick mask of make-up
the 
indian summer smelt rotten
and
turned overnight
into garish reds
and 
damp decay

the night rain blows sideways
under street light halos
like
a cigar butt thrown 
from 

wound down car window

something is over
like a movie is over
a dull disposable imprint
that
never
tries
to
say goodbye
ever

i turn up my trench coat collar
and
step out of the shelter of the cafe awning
as slow as tho i'm leading
a
funeral procession
of 
shiny slick 
black cars



from dpshots.com

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