Script #2 (Extract) Poem by Alex Bex
Script #2 (Extract)
The vast exalted sky
blasting through the tight tainted venues
Raindrops stroke the window
of the empty bar. Tables soiled
with stacked ancient hearts-
A first sip from his drink.
Drowned out rings,
distant whispers,
a tempted calm.
A barmaid stares-
Under the cadence,
slow and dreamy,
something is changing.
They eye each other for a moment
©2014 Alex Bex - www.alexbex.net
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