mccullen (mccullen) wrote,
mccullen
mccullen

A Saturday in Poetry

journey
four miles walked uphill
the strip mall glows with promise
palais de le bourgeois.

market
guy checking me out
in the pasta aisle- so gross.
dude, no 'sauce' for you.

restaurant
chicken selects meal
sick! who destroyed the bathroom?!
take this food to go.

cafe
six cups of earl grey
hands shake uncontrollably
cashier says "Drink slower."

journey 2
four miles walked downhill
tea-induced aneurysm
would seem imminent

bedchamber
light scented candles
slip into silk robe...(really
more of a caftan)

fin
a box of sweet wine
and the wide world of warcraft;
i sense your envy
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