i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

seeing musicians i

saw decades ago,
half a life,
dare i say,
in a near empty bar,
as i sipped makers mark
on the rocks
on a wednesday
made my fingers tap,
my lips curl
(in a smile, see)
and say
let this be once again
in two more
decades.

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