I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Month: August 2015
No light no longer
No longer young
Decommissioned ship in the harbor
Eleven floors down
Elegant still
Naked then on twisted hotel sheets
Restless as a taxicab
Sunday night in July
A night
Following a day following a night
Sunlight not once disturbing the
Prurient darkness of air-conditioned anonymity
Mascara-streaked pillowcase
Necktie carelessly discarded on the carpet
Slender fingers
Nicotine-stained
Nervously twisting through unkempt hair
Glamorous yesterday
Bedhead now
Give me space
First give me a light
Deceit sticks to the skin in the ugliest manner
Like humidity
Her husband is on the phone
I’ll step out
But can’t
Walk away
©2015 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 12, 2015 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
“If you were born without wings,
do nothing to prevent them
from growing.”
. – Coco Chanel
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