An illusion
within a delusion
he created me--
my not so secret admirer...
he woos with detailed letters
about glass bottles
discovered in alleys,
his predilection for raspberries,
and, once, described
touching himself
when a funeral procession
passed on his street,
stalked by a crazy woman
waving a white rose.
He said she reminded
him of me.
Published in Verse Libre
4 comments:
nice! good to see your work. :)
Hi Andrew, thanks!
good writing! love the "glass bottles found in alleys"
excellent poem
Hi Scot, thanks again for stopping by and such a nice comment.
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