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By B.K. Date: 2017 Feb 05 Comment on this Work [[2017.02.05.00.16.27812]] |
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Three AM Is a force field that creaks Billow and smoke Riding up your back You are spent cigarettes Stale whiskey Sand and a chemical smell I can't yet discern Eyes that are clear and sharp Finally have you cornered She is caramel corn With an edge of salt Pounded bluegreen sea glass And a red candied apple A little tequila With a lot of lime Still believing in love She will now stay away From the power brokers Settle for sanity and humanity With just the right touch And a great kiss bk The fourth of February twenty seventeen |