08-05-2016, 10:50 PM
The tanned leather mules
have molded to the curves, bumps,
and horrors of their master.
Their slow trod is rhythmic
with a wobbling hungover grace
that breaks at regular intervals
for cigarettes and rest.
It’s morning,
and the coffee house
is in a desert.
have molded to the curves, bumps,
and horrors of their master.
Their slow trod is rhythmic
with a wobbling hungover grace
that breaks at regular intervals
for cigarettes and rest.
It’s morning,
and the coffee house
is in a desert.