Treasure Island

oskar hansen


flower pots


Flower Pots

After all my alcoholic
truths I sit alone
on the porch.
they have taken my cattle,
wife and children gone;
only my old dog stays.
It knows I hate myself and
my anger over
their stupid faces
reminds me of my total
failure, yet I can
water my flowers when
it suits me

Submitted: Thursday, July 03, 2014

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