Archive for November 28, 2010

Breath of a Salesman

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 28, 2010 by dc

Collapse with him slowly
As his neck seizes up
To the sound of spent dreaming,
All ghost talk and loose tongues,
Money worries and wine.

He’s a dog in a playground,
Its leash round one leg,

The spent force of well wishers,
A scrambled egg

Moon.

Poetry.net