His lighter was broken –
Do you have a light?
Bad habit, that,
No light, then?
Whipped out the birthday Zippo
Took out some skins and lit up myself,
Being a lady with disgrace exactly how I was told.
He made me laugh
So much that he heard my more-than-smokers’ cough,
He told me I had lung trouble,
How do you know that?
I’m a doctor.
Oh.
Candyfloss tastes pink,
It got stuck in my curls when I slipped
On the wet grass queuing for the carousel.
I never asked for his number,
Forgot to ask his first name.
I never made it to the white horses
and got stuck on the brown pony.
(It's a good thing chances come in threes).
Please tell me what you think
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