Theme: Date

The Date

Sat in a pub talking to a woman of no substance
other than the fact that she wore a skirt and had boobs.
Pub closed, I was allowed
to follow her home
through dreary streets
fine rain and yellow street light.
I kissed her dry, bloodless lips
We parted.
Walking back to the seaman's hotel
she stood by a bombed out church and had damp hair.
This is too absurd
again it was a place I didn't want to be.
Money changed hands
and my loneliness laughed hysterically.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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