Saw
Hemingway
again
Siting in a cafe
Eyes closed
hands joined
In inverted
prayer ,
thinning hair
parted ,
red faced ,
meditating
on hell .
So many people
mindfully suffer.
Some end
the weight
give up
the ghost
of depression
of hate
& self loathing
in anaesthetic
solution.
Excellent poem! I really enjoyed the rhythm of this.
–JW
Thanks so much JW !
I can taste this. I love it. Thank you.
So glad you enjoyed Miss Pixie Prince Thanks so much 🙂 What did it taste like ? It’s a bitterweet taste I think ?
Indeed.