Candle-lit brooches blinds the darkness
Whiskey perfumes the pearled dame
Her thin eyebrows, false lashes, painted red lips, manicured nails
Put pen to pad to pistol
Bourbon shadows suffocate
Every crowded bar
excerpt from
Fedora City
John S. O'Connor
2009
reblogged via Poetryfoundation.org
image
Thomas De Marsay
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