Kristen de Kline # 186 Poets in a bookstore

poets in a bookstore
dangerous,    gobbling
up the end of the alphabet

outlaws chattering
loose threads
hanging
commas
,,,,,,,,,,,,,

words, I can't get my head
     around
rent is overdue

the moon is waning now
Mercury is retrograde

the mantra is to hum
chant it out - loudly

the third ray is yellow
what are they on about

pass me
another whiskey shot

read me
another poem

poets in a bookstore
lawless, dancing over
the end of the alphabet