I saw Trust, Hope, Love, Faith,
carefully inked on a wall
in flowery cursive script,
and a pair of discarded boxer shorts
adorned with billiard balls beside
an empty bottle of Skyy vodka,
a cheap conference table top
jig-sawed in half sprawled on the corner,
a dry leaf spinning furiously in a doorway.
Come Thursday evening
will the brokers be tossing
pixels out the window?
No comments:
Post a Comment