Luca Menin

At The Bar - Poem by Luca Menin

Inebriated sailors.
Chatting laughter woman's
Worming foggy windows.

Swooping eyes on counters
Drops of gin stain,
On sticky fingers' stools
Glass are talking mirrors briefing corked air.
Air corked briefing talking glass.

Smiling teethes praying at pink cocktail glasses
Drunk of blond and red colour asses.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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