Tom Jacobs © 2006 All Rights Reserved
Only the Taste
Only the taste of wine
and the little moons
the bottles leave
on the table.
Only the songs getting dizzy
on their tunes, shoe box memories,
a table they don’t cover, the moon
outside—a picture—and a glove that itches.
Only laughter and blame.
Only slaughter and compromise
Only woolly talk
And we’ve run out of softener.
What a home we’ve built.
So little to silence it.
Ryan Scott's work has appeared in a number of journals, anthologies and webpages, most recently Niederngasse and the Pixel Papers. Currently he lives and works in the Czech Republic.
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