Sunday, January 15, 2012

Across the Table


So we sit
In the outdoor cafe
Bottle of Aquavit
Bottle of Rose

We live tonight
To exchange marks
Of thoughts white
And thoughts dark.

To plan once
And cut twice
Me as dunce
And you nice

When all is
Said and done
We have this
And a gun.

It may be
Our only fantasy
Our only vanity
Oh, so easy.

No comments:

Post a Comment