Miller Light

Miller Light

A Poem by Whiles

I've run out

of matches and so--

I use the butt

of my fresh smoked

cigarette

to light the next.

I have no money

to buy my father

a gift or to

buy meat

so I watch the

roses

rot

and smile, uneasily,

as the italian man

plants tomato shoots

© 2008 Whiles


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I like this a lot. Good job.

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Whiles
Whiles

Northampton, MA



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