Eighty-four: Set Sail

Silky rags, stained earth pink,
balls of clouds, old cocktails,
rusty leaves and too few blinks,
empty lemon trees, hoarse wails,
broken hammocks, amateur shrinks,
cheap cigarettes and coral nails,
mother’s bread and then I think:
one more sad song and I’ll set sail.

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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