There is nothing

[tonywalt]

I am sitting at the end

of an empty bar

looking at cotton candy clouds

through the window

and a thousand

black birds wheeling outside

like children, who won't

come home to dinner



These long nights and

days without dates

A glass in front of me

filled with alcohol, water, ice

I do not have to be anywhere


Proof of my existence?

Nothing but.



girl in cayman by Tony Walton, on Flickr

[angliholic]

Thanks, Tony, for this interesting story in your part of the world, which is really intriguing to me.

[Buh4Bee]

Really enjoyed this little vignette. Maybe you jotted it down on a square bar napkin. Cheers!

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed that poetic snapshot, Tony!