My friend

She smoked cigarette butts she found on the ground

Kept company with a three legged hound

Had an old sewing machine in her car's back seat

Tied faded ribbons around the toes of her feet

Her hair long and grey was tangled in a knot

Cooked all her food in one rusty pot

Her smile was a stained picket fence

Burnt coffee grounds in place of incense

Told the weather by the ants, talked to the plants

Grinned as she sang with the wind, naked in the rain danced

I think her name was Kris but I just called her sis

Drank her beer warm as piss, gave me my first French kiss

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

Hi soren

Poetry shouldn't be your life though you are good at it. And also taking care of family it's not end of responsibility but influencing others good or bad is wrong thing which you are escaping accountability you shower love that they should be your at your legs kindly don't interfere when itis not yours though you care. Or care not..



As a friend I am saying

Focus on your ton problems don't think you are doing lot of hardwork now you need cactus....that age is gone and you are not taking joy kind but giving joy.



Jessy Jacob ❤️

[Soren]

Thanks so much