Spilt Wine

Start the night with wine

in my hair, on my dress,

in my stockings

brand new shoes

bare shoulder

and a few broken

apologies. I saw it

coming too,

and just watched it.

Kind of like life

that was yesterday.


now another bar

another jazz singer

singing the blues

under copper tiled ceilings

and feathers in her hair

you’d think it was suddenly

1920 art deco Paris.

But no,

it’s the house of Jazz

in Laval, Quebec.

Hanging with the girls

who sold my life away.

Cosmos and red chandeliers

blue bottine in the vitrine

and it’s a wonderful world

in here.

The only thing missing is you

with me.

It makes me cry

you’ll never see

what I see.

Not even pictures

do it justice.

Rita called me

she’ll be 20

minutes late,

god damn Montreal traffic.

It’s fine.

I’ll order another Cosmo

write a poem.

Listen to the jazz singer

and lament




  1. Ace Worldwide News Group · November 20, 2016

    Reblogged this on ' Ace Friends News ' and commented:
    Thanks for following Christina .. This is absolutely brilliant post will add you to my feeds panel and post more my friends on this site will love it … Ian ⭐️

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  2. Brenda · November 20, 2016

    A great poem.😊

    Liked by 1 person

  3. L.S. Engler · November 20, 2016

    This is absolutely wonderful. Well done!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. DavidTheEntertainer · November 21, 2016

    To be fair, that sounds like a fun night!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Rob · November 25, 2016

    Your voice is wonderful in this. I love your heading “You can’t breakup with your soulmate”

    Liked by 1 person

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