Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Fascicle of Amity: 4

In the Quicksilver Bar the red-haired girl
recognized him from his photo
in Rolling Stone, and said, Come home with me.
The night before St. Patrick’s Day
she lay upstairs in her bed, telling him
he could have her anytime he wanted,
so he did between Black Russians
and marijuana
he climbed the stairs to share with her.

When she slept he went outside where the drunks
were busy being Irish. He was one
already. He went back to sleep with her.

17 March 1973

(15 January 2014)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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