September 3, 2017

Man Spaces

The Jameson bottle glistened whole
mockingly
in its perch.

“Bloody bottle” he said
“Tiger bloody Woods” I responded

We laughed till we were out of breath
hearts warmed
tears frozen
arses stuck to the tailgate
not moving
not wanting to break what the aspen had connected.

Hungrily we had shoved its emerald throat full of the truths and lies
of dreams chased
and loves lost.

Cigars smoked
we rose
stubbing shut the moment in the snow
silently securing our dark places
the man spaces.

by Dr John A. King


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