Repose

gouache and ink on watercolor paper.

Open air
Adjacent door,
The wind combs your hair.
Whiskey laughs carry the clock
Begrudgingly into the city.

We pass the time with eats & drink,
Drunk with hope.
“Taxi – anywhere but home!”

Sex prowls every leaf off our trees,
Fall drops our jaws,
All because we took the clock
Out for a restless jaunt.

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2 thoughts on “Repose

  1. This ones really rad. I like having the poem to give it context. Excellent man.

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