Smoke

Jessica Favata
Still-boned and walking tall

Singing backwards and talking forwards

Hot young face

A hot young case

Of chameleon clothes and highlights at noon,

Crossfire guitar and petals in bloom

Clock on his wrist, hourglass in his eyes

Keeps time with his step

The clock hands tick and catch on the sidewalk grooves

And he settles for a smoke

And thinks about the girl,

The car,

The top hat,

And the cane.

Published by Jessica Favata

The meaning of life, to me, can be summed up in a few basic terms: love, food, wine, and travel... It's the simple things.  View profile

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