Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty Summer 2009 |
Everleigh Club Michael Opperman The butterflies wore evening gowns On South Dearborn. Turning the corner With the strains of the three string orchestra Entering my ears. Eating bonbons. Reading Balzac. Perfume-sprouting fountains, 18 karat gold spittoons, full size effigy to Cleopatra (and her grip). Eschewing the whips - I will try to understand Either way. Maybe you still love me. |
About Michael Opperman |