I lost my shoes in India


sweets on a plate
empty tuperware

lens cleaner is,
What we took to bed.

Red he says, but he’s deaf,
With earphones on,

Police frames and Louis Vuittion
Handbag,

Cardboard handbags,
And plastic lips,

Peach by the way, like
I said, I

Lost my shoes in India.

♦photo♦Personal

-short evocative poetry-

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Published in: on April 24, 2017 at 01:49  Leave a Comment  
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