Pink Poem

Adam J. Maynard

Top hatted fellows prattle around
Inside their sorrow, their dreams
Evaporating in the green gales
Cats sleeping in the laughing hour
When the dust has no principles
Where a cat’s sleep is concerned
The bellicose grapefruit smokes
A cigarette in the slowly light
Dolphins in jeans w/ ice cream eyes
Totter around the perimeter
Of a blue turquoise pool
Two glasses of wine, laughing
Smoking cigarettes
Watching a game show
And I can see you reflected
In a culture that’s no longer here
All content was emptied out
All feeling for the sun and stars