red flower of love
cut at the stem
locomotives have their
way
and deserts too,
the curtain blows open
and the squad car's
out there tonight,
2 men and a woman
standing against a
wall,
the red lights
whirl,
a mouse runs along
the windowsill
changing colors.
I am alone in torn levis
and a white sweat shirt.
she's with a man now
and as he enters her
cunt
I draw upon my
cigarette.

© Frank Silvanski