By B.K.
Date: 2017 Feb 05
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Power Is Only For People Who Take It...(Mr Robot)

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


The fourth of February twenty seventeen