Buzzed

Legal, I believed, one's never certain, also,
Nicely assed, I watched her watch two children,
Maybe hers, again, one cannot know, turn
Slowly on a carousel. "Nice day," I thought,
Though it was only average for this time
Of year, and "she is lovely." She was plain,
And my high spirits artificial, brought on
By the opiate I took to ease my pain.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-26 at 21:58

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