something_s we make


So for breakfast,
-an early one for Saturday-
he gets a six pack of the local brew,
some canned pineapple and jarred asparagus,
one pack of chocolate bars and two packs of cigs.

He walks home pressed to the facades; it’s raining.

In the countryside, people would see it and talk.
In the city, people see it and talk.
But either way, the red-faced man leaves alone, onward.
We’re all free people after all…

About Marie-Sophie Guntram

Marie-Sophie is a language lover at heart and a linguist by training. She's currently seeking to make a living and, more importantly, a life.

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This entry was posted on April 23, 2016 by in writing some poetry.