Blue Period

I should paint her a picture. She'd be
Pleased. Absinthe drinker, bluish,
Bent at a plastic table, facing, what,
An empty plate? That's nearly true.
A dinner from out of the freezer, ahead
Of the restless sleep, the early rise,
And, then, the time card and the clock,
Physical labor, pittance wage, while
Lawyers write up, in their ways, the
Lists of my alleged misdeeds, and
Magistrates pronounce my guilt.
Merry Christmas, mon ami,
Your marriage and groom now
Both undone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-10 at 22:14

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