-
Rate this poetry
User Review
( votes)
Add to favoritesRoger
written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
The blackout,
from a blown transformer,
going on an hour.
Roger stood on the
porch, under the
tan and white aluminum
awning,
smoking a cigarette.
She is going to leave
him.
He took a pull from
his flask.
Fine,
it wasn’t his kid.
The cigarette drag
created the only
light for miles.
James Gabriel
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
Latest posts by James Gabriel (see all)
- Dessert Wine, by Mistake - May 17, 2019
- The Gray Suit - April 24, 2019
- talk - April 1, 2019
