Computer Art by kenne
I stared hard. . .
by Tony Mares
thinking of Charles Bukowski
I stared hard at the hard-edges painting
it was the sharp translucent line
meant to be a glimpse at a micro-mini
segment of the lace trim on a skirt
wrapped around the gorgeous curves
of a women longing for me
but inaccessible of the canvas
at least I could imagine her
That’s when I ordered my third tequila
drank it straight like #s 1 & 2
every woman at the bar glowed
more beautiful than the ladies
on a French postcard and shed
ten years just like that too bad
I am more aged than tequila añejo
not that hard or sharp anymore
