eating (Remove filter)
Diner
The hospital waiting room
was also a diner. I drank
a chocolate milkshake with another man
while you turned the floor red.
Flowers bloomed from your blood.
You picked them for me,
but I forgot them on the counter.
Friday 16th May 2014 1:54 am
Recent Comments
Nigel Astell on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
2 hours ago
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
5 hours ago
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
6 hours ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
8 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
12 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
14 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
14 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
15 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
15 hours ago