Larry Sawyer


Jim Carroll - Poem by Larry Sawyer

The tale you told
an apparition
in the room
and we were haunted
for that moment
as if your prey
upon a cold
plate, no glass
of water would
wash away that
slight laugh
as you spoke of
cocaine, called her
sweet, your story
cut us up
like cheap meat
just a little
louder for the
débutante in the
corner, no longer
virgin. Now,
I thought of turning
around but did
not interrupt, you
coughed just then,
outcome—another
diamond.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2008


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