Sunday, January 24, 2016

Robert Verdon, #23,The Corpse




Sitting in a room
Of freshly strewn curtains










Police wait outside
People shuffle purposefully
But the ashtrays are all full
A picture hangs askew
Somewhere in the distance
there’s a disembodied voice
Singing Maybellene

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