Monday, August 23, 2010

Possibly "The Best Man"

Parts of a poem i wrote the other night:

VI.
Fancy we're at a church
we can always rent a hearst
when i get her so drunk
she pukes on the whore
who killed me summer before
and now in a gown
made of crustal and brown
delighted to be escorted
how much did he pay
to have his way
and make a daughter..

VII.
The time has come
to cut the cake and the crown
girls gather down
i'll take another round
i need the liquor
to drown out the sounds
like fighting beasts
entrapped in the heat
and bury him in the sand
life out the window
with your fading libido
library only vip card in your wallet.