neither by unknown
faceless souvenirs
hazy days back in
clown college
champagne bubbles
a lightning night like this last year
a two bill meal and love for sale
it was always indifference
i seen you in the mirror cracked
i seen the slip the slack the
lack thereof the
face worn behind the frolic
when no one’s looking
at the broken toys
scattered in your shadows
you like this i think
your imprint in print
immortalized
until the post
expires
It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a poem from the Las Vegas Missed Connections! This is was a very popular forum for poetry and experimental writing “back in the day” and the vibe was decidedly edgy and harsh. I guess all that glitter in the desert will do that to you.
