30 Poems in 30 Days

30 Poems in 30 Days
A Project for National Poetry Writing Month

Monday, April 16, 2018

Day 16 -- Play


We wore them then  under skirts, dresses
slips called in the olden days small coats
she had a slip, a little slip and had to start
counting her sober days from zero again
she slipped on some old slick and busted
dreams, broke open because, said life, I
ain't playin girl, you can't give me the slip
I get all of what you got, your last chip