Avocado SandwichA Poem by Sami
I love it when people strut
Around inside buildings with unlit cigarettes Delicately balanced between their frail fingers As if - At any moment - The pale tip could slowly Crumble into embers and alight Like the slow, flickering ascent of electricity Up the Christmas tree. Hes so f*****g cool. You can tell by the way he walks With his saddlebag slung low And his belt slung low over his low-slung hips. His whole frame drooping Like the acquiescent stem Of a daisy on a day when the sun Boils over onto the asphalt. Some friends call to him from their table But he must depart. Waves at them Like a prince to his servants. Off in a gust of mens perfume and conceit So strong it could make you choke. I knock back a swig of raspberry soda. Hes got things in that saddlebag you couldnt even Dream of. © 2008 SamiReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 25, 2008 AuthorSamiPortland, ORAboutRight now, I'm back home in Portland attending PSU after a terrible but educational year at a New York college. Just trying to get back into writing. That's about it. more..Writing
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