From time to time
one or another
would briefly, really,
not even the time of day,
glare at me,
standing near the armaments
with a spark in my hand
and canapé in my mouth
and wonder, who
invited him?
From time to time
one or another
would briefly, really,
not even the time of day,
glare at me,
standing near the armaments
with a spark in my hand
and canapé in my mouth
and wonder, who
invited him?