not the mandalay

Poem #46 from Small Town Kid

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I thought the mandalay
for a first little taste
in a foursome
her guarantee
of safety

but no friends came along
the mandalay was dark
and closed
nowhere to go

what to do
feeling foolish

but we found a pub
with a band and a tune
for a shuffle over the floor
so much closer
than what I’d planned

an intoxication

words lost and found
words left unsaid
a song
raised for us

the first singing

© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 47: memorial park



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