Brick Through The Mirror
Sunday, May 19, 2013
5-18 Who Turned the Lights On
When the lights came on,
the red cup spills,
paint, lipstick, melted skittles,
sticking slick,
to the poc marked, grease driven,
heeled-in, once-dance floor,
that we somehow forgot,
when we hung up our raincoats,
on the six starred peg.
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