Cigarettes in my mouth
to puncture blisters in my brain.
My bass a fine piece of furniture.
My fingers soft, too soft to rattle
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Here, we shoot off every day to new horizons, coffee shops, bars, natural tonsorial parlors, plays, streets, pamphlets, days, sun, heat, love, anger, politics, days, and sun...... thank you very much dear poet for this poem.. you write like T: S Eliot. liked your poem very very much. thank you again. tony
Here, we shoot off every day to new horizons, coffee shops, bars, natural tonsorial parlors, plays, streets, pamphlets, days, sun, heat, love, anger, politics, days, and sun...... thank you very much dear poet for this poem.. you write like T: S Eliot. liked your poem very very much. thank you again. tony Just sent a comment on your poem and voted you a big 10. If you have time would you read my poem. “If you die before me” and comment and vote it. I did it for you now Thank you.