in mid to low price pasta chains
cheap wine
and sauces
brought in tubs
and all the world
is left outside
anonymous
the evening bride
these are the bright lights
those that pull
and rich and poor
alike are drawn
it's dear here
a slum
i can't believe you dragged me in at all
but i am quiet in the corner
all at peace and all at sea
alone but half together
if you will
until you rescue me
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers