Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Overcast.

It was Sunday afternoon.
We sat in his overcast apartment
And he played a song –
Alone, jealous and stoned.
He sipped vodka. Straight.
Stared at the screen.
I smoked another cigarette
And watched his clouds
Articulate through his head
And spread up the wall.
Just another spider web.

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