Pocket Fiction

Lan of Metters

Published November 7, 2017 in Hank - 0 Comments

A Lan of Metters

Milkweed and black sage,

California native.

Butterflies and humming birds,

wind in the orange tree.

Sneaking a quick smoke

on the marble table

Cracked by the sun,

broken by the spirits.

Made unemployable

by the night time rag and bitters,

Hank ranked among the lucky ones.

Came from Old New Amsterdam

to be a writer in Hollywood.

Wound up driving a rented car

in the Republic.

He’s a thirsty Joe with a sister in tow,

don’t you know?

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