Small Town Hospital
Friends
smuggled in
cigarettes &
@ five a.m.
he unhooked
the I.V.
& in
his ridiculous
flower-print
robe slipped
out an
exit door
& blew
smoke rings
at the
rising sun.
Friends
smuggled in
cigarettes &
@ five a.m.
he unhooked
the I.V.
& in
his ridiculous
flower-print
robe slipped
out an
exit door
& blew
smoke rings
at the
rising sun.
Filed under poems & short jabs