Cracked Sundays

We stare at each other
Through kaleidoscopes broken,

Two drunk flies on shit,
A conversation rolling
Down a hill,

A junction
At it’s base,

Wincing through broken glasses;

And we’re too polite
To continue with our
Dizzy repartee.

We stop,
Look both ways
And rub our hands.

There’s a song
That sings somewhere.

We laugh till we cry,
Part and then shudder

Electric.

One Response to “Cracked Sundays”

  1. You truly have such a splendid way of putting things.

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