SoMa Literary Review - Dirty Flower Duet

Dirty Flower Duet

By Wayne H.W Wofson

“Don’t put the glass down on my Chaucer.”

The bite back.

“Where else can I put it? Please, when you are done, the fumes keep me awake, at least roll it under the bed with all the others.”

Birthdays, it’s the unapologetic thief, stealing a year at a time. Four A.M, in what is now Sunday. Still in sleep, in loneliness I reach for the extra pillow. I had left the window open.

Out the window, further down the path a mourning dove plays clarinet, the same few notes slowly repeating.

A funereal procession to follow, their march progresses in the same rhythm, one …two. one…two. Three.

I can hear their steps on the pavement, it’s the wind, dominos under the bed. I roll over and push the pillow away.

In two hours the sun will be up, a clean slate, again.

Dirty Flower Duet” is an excerpt from Wayne’s new CD collaboration with Mars Syndicate Midnight Latitudes.

Also by Wayne H.W Wolfson on SoMa Literary Review:

Long Bladed Trip, Soledad, Unnamed, Baissez Moi, Born Sacrifice & Verse Chorus Verse

Wayne is a California based author. More information about his work can be found at his site Terrible Beauty: www.waynewolfson.com