Tiffany’s Get-Away

by Kevin M. Hibshman

Alabaster angels limping at the door.
It’s missing a screen
Tiffany, cup or crutch, ball and gag,
I support thee.
Blew a wish out like the pilot light.
When engines fail we all scream.

Are we leaving to steal a big breath?
One bent golf club away from murder.
Do you see carburetor queen?
We really got to motor through the vast uncharted…
Don’t interrupt me when I think it’s coming on.
Bring it on.
She had a dream and it was devouring.

She came like the rain hard against the window pane.
Curses flailing in a heated prayer.

Meet me there at seven thirty.
Bring only what you really need.
I feel that it’s best to stick to the plan.
Don’t forget, dental floss can kill a man.
Anticipation will give us speed.

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1 Response to Tiffany’s Get-Away

  1. It’s interesting to see this point of view. I can’t say fore sure if I agree or not, but it is something I will think about now.

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