8.3.16

Chreminisence

Is Earl Lloyd alive then?
Did he survive
the copious poisonings
of diluted sunlit Sundays
bar standing thumb in belt
out in the green folds
beyond the town.
His gold ring, gold tooth
gleaming eye half closed
ruminating, reminiscing
and rolling his cigarred rs...
The sandstone nugget of
his Sean Connery skull
exuding warmth.
In a country lull his
heel taps time
on the quarry tiles,
those fists could level
citadels.

11.11.13


4.3.16