Fire & Ice at Graziano’s

He tumbles from the deep
gurgle of an idling chariot,
slinks away into the balmy

blue of night with a shimmy;
all shuffle and spin as he
turns on a dime, pops the

air & slides on over—
like it’s show time in Vegas
under the din of light.

Tonight he will drink alone;
torpid dreams of shadow dancing
over a blood speckled canvas.

Published by mawherablue

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