Something I Return to Sometimes

Yesterday there were servants

Crushing at the bar

Reaching into silence

Drinking from a jar

*

Scented ash was drifting

Out the unseen loft

Carafe of coloured smoke

Seeping into our troughs

*

Speakers plopped a sonnet

Laps received their laps

Eventually the exit

Suffered our collapse

*

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