he Man In Zebra Socks
the man in zebra socks is sipping
his honeyed whiskey
the mason jar warmly glows
he hears the whiskey bees
believes in them
the drinking room is a cold wind
a starless darkness seeping through
papered walls through
their whispered talk
they have nothing at all to say
but they say it anyway
jppestana december 26 2016
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