The Feast
I got up and stumbled around in the morning….
…saw friends at the coffee shop and felt relaxed…
…came back with stuff and put some things away…
…hung over and heavy…practiced and drank water…
…offered everything to everyone everywhere….
….then poured a drink and lit a cigarette…opened
a bag of chips….it doesn’t get any better than this.
3 Comments:
simple....good
Hey, Thanks, poet
Pedro,
I looked at your blog, and really really like your poetry.
I rarely feel that way.
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