Photo Source: Pexels The Man from Somewhere Else You came home with a black eye, Rolling in Applecross Street in your brand new Cadillac The sky was the color of marmalade and You smelled like the electrical circuits outside my house, But you tasted like strawberry. Your touch is different depending on the time of day, From concrete fingernails to velvet palms. Your eyes are the shape of almonds And match the telephone lines draped down the street. You reached for the cigarettes besides...