Pull Off

Stainless steel table top
Spots of rain turn to mottled motifs
As one might find on oil slicks or lava lamps

Prickled points of container plants
Dead in their autumn shade
As one might find in Nash's paintings of lost hope

For the last time, for the last chase of words
Somewhere, on the way to somewhere else
A service station, for those in need of a service


A Poem from Outline Sketches and Vague Reasoning - Love Within a Drifting Mind available from Booktango by cliking anywhere on this text