10 April 2016

Night writer

Olive oil
dripping from my chin
feeding your wooden floors
make them shiny make them know
I've been here
writing on my knees
I can do whatever I please
fill up my midnight cup of wine
wake up in rushing waves
of ocean salt
you walk out call out 
coffee is boiling over 
light a cigarette
pass it on
let's share
days and nights
will never be the same.



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