down hill
cigarettes in a
rainy alleyway
at your best
friend’s
wedding
political maneuvers
and beat poetry
from the heavens
I’m not the man
I used to be-
why don’t we
go back to
your place
in a while
first I need to
finish this up
noir the last dance
and mystery the exits
warm whiskey
my first love
a dark back room
of a wood paneled
reception hall
black suits
petrichor
and the smell
of lost love
after the rain
