i woke
to "Born Slippy"
thumping up
from downstairs,
cheap Gite
in St. Malo,
couldn’t think
where she was
tossed blankets lay around
then the sound
of bacon frying,
love
is a pile of shit
but
i’ll stay with someone forever
who makes me bacon butties
the morning after.
Georgia Moon at Midnight
i am unslept
through this dusky-warm night
like blues and whisky
i hear the breath of new orleans
like softness, i ache for you,
quietly,
an un-made bed,
a smile, a touch,
these are what i miss
this georgia night.
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