Tip The Writer

Keegan Roembke

Laszlo’s Place

Wrap up in a white towel and
waltz out the shower
my blooming flower
Do you comprehend, my dear?
I do not.
My indecision proves my
dreadful case in point
So lovely lady, love
me, lest I love you one day soon
again, then our love may
reopen, our aimless jaunt a two-way
Bottle: of Palinka, pear
Dyed like your short, dark hair
Utterly distraught:
mein Geist und mein Herz
If I had only known love
would arise from the
start –no, let it come, destroy.
Let us be reckless and
wrapped in white, you Lazarus
with a red-bead necklace.