Saturday, July 14, 2018

Dirty Blonde. by Wayne F Burke



the woman with dirty blonde
hair
who lives on the floor below
talks on her telephone
she got drunk last night
won 250.00$ in "rip-off"
tickets
she drank white Russians
her dumb dog gives a loud deep bark
"Mya! Stop that!"
She and the dog
go inside
and now it is time
for me
to get ready to go
back to work
and work
while the blonde below

sleeps it off.


Wayne F, Burke's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of publications. He has published five full-length poetry collections, 4 with Bareback Press, and one with Alien Buddha Press. Plus two poetry chapbooks with Epic Rites Press. He lives in the central Vermont area, USA.

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