Mr.Bubister (and other short stories) by Barbara GriffithJuly cant come soon enough
The neon signs inside your head
Are scrolling messages across
Around and inside you.
The sick red colour
Of the word cant
Sticks out in your memories.
Cant. Shouldnt. Wont.
If I were a painter,
mixing my colour
how could I ever find
the blu
brown of your eyes?
(Ill give you a hint:
youll find it
20 years from now
when all I am is a memory)
04/13/2005 Posted on 04/14/2005 Copyright © 2024 Barbara Griffith
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