Forrest Anderson

AFTER HOURS

shudder in a crack

woman kissed on the back

then laughing. in a foggy

joint, the liquid look

well hello, mac, saturnine

sitter there, all clean, dark cloud

blue clock of your gaze,

atomic personage

lone nightbird winging

its way up the mainstem

to another hotel room

to fall into fast oblivion

what who when

between

morbidity on the waterfront

frivolity uptown?

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