bayou blues

blue signs   sigh

we are the planets loneliest generation
sister said
she read it in a study
she felt it alone on the couch
she burned her eyes through the azul screen

juice of peaches

laughter up in the cracks
high towards the ceiling
where sight blurs gray
by the time the spider threads clear
skittering off your face
we revolve like pigeons on the sidewalk
carousel of crumbs

empty as the plastic cheese tray
courted by three lonely toothpicks

drink to be social
drink till you disappear


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