My Dirty Slippers

My dirty slippers
Scrape

The splintered paint

(Interrupting the crickets)

And I blew blue smoke
Into a yellow light

(That houses thousands of flies).

That’s when I noticed:
Guarded by moldy windows

On a Thursday night

Soaked sheets!

And

Moans of the River Side Train
Filling the distance

Between you and me.

William Toner

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