Wednesday, August 08, 2007

The Gentlemen's Circle

Gripping wind throws litter
in the parking lot
where six Jersey winos
swap sob stories in laughter
They sing Irish folk songs
overdubbed with burping
But when they're all out of jokes
all out of deceit
their minds fold into themselves
with memories of daughters
lives left in a house condemned for a decade
So they're left to lift their bottles silently
and cough out a cold smokey breath

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