Sitting alone in a restaurant in Positano,
Sipping Ouzo
And writing poetry in brown Journal
A lizard climbs up a wall and across the ceiling and lingers overhead.
Suddenly
My poem feels like bullshit.
Lizard
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Sitting alone in a restaurant in Positano,
Sipping Ouzo
And writing poetry in brown Journal
A lizard climbs up a wall and across the ceiling and lingers overhead.
Suddenly
My poem feels like bullshit.
Ecoute bebe…
Come back, baby come back……