remember the wet nights
in the open air baskets
the pet emotional risks
that we time-shared
we were
young
drunken
autosaves
shopping around for
some loose affiliations
of day & night
dry & wet
weddings
well i remember ev'ry little thing
like the sauce sapped paper napkin
smell
do you still dwell
in the doorways and bell-bottoms
like i do
i can always be there
where the eyes have no faces
can you
2013.
the eyes have no faces
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2013
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