all that remains
her cigarette smoke
crawling lazily to the ceiling
her footsteps
echoing down the hall
the angry slam of a red door
from the pavement floats up
the clickity-clack of red stilettos
the Morse Code for loss
a Focus LP
caught on a scratch
caught on a scratch
the same pale pink
lipstick kiss
on cigarette and champagne glass
rain falling now
in the open window
wetting the still sleeping cat
a church bell
scatters crows
a drunk staggers down the road
the end never appears
to be the end and then
it just is
I stumble against the record player
Focus get back into the groove
"...'round goes the gossip...'.round goes the gossip..."
You stumble against the record player and the gossip goes round. An amazing poem from memory is presented on love and lie...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A refined poetic imagination, Donall Dempsey. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.