Artist Poet Performer

Poetry 4

The stain and the memory of the stain I was the one who tossed kittens on the fire the one who took your hand and danced on the street lost in the middle of Europe, seeing it was working I made a promise targeted deep into your ear. In a hushed canoodle I laid down a straight four to the floor, none of this beating around the bush "Today, please" Boom! Later, you told me your story by the sweep of the river. Someone passed by sniffing, his nose was bleeding as he remembered a girl a singer a movie a schoolteacher's car something far, far away.