Don O’Cull’s Poetry

Nov 2, 2016 by

Don O’Cull’s Poetry



Our sobriety faded,
we kissed under the canopy
of loud sad songs,
in the saucebox of the bar,
between a dim flux of music
and the breath of crowds.
We were shiny and heavy,
sweetly awkward,
like stumbling elephants…
We shared random, criminal words;
our sense of duty disappeared
in the lullaby breeze
of a quick drive to privacy;
we spun and fell together
into delirium,
mindless of the distant morning.


 Don O’Cull is a teacher who lives and writes in St Petersburg, FL.

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