January 2012
102 posts
On The Rocks
Scattered chatter in a tavern during hours after
Shape-setting plaster ‘round the dim light lantern
The laughter, the banter, the 5th of Jack grasper
The poor lonely bastard on his barstool backwards
A subtle fiasco of rascals that ramble
Masked by shadows of tea stains and tobacco
An old bench where he sits, keys lit by the candle
A man with closed eyes pouring pain through a piano
-WildFievel
Some poetry for class
