Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Hangover Days Go Quicker Than Normal Days

Hangover Days Go Quicker Than Normal Days
 
Hangover days go quicker than normal days
Normal days are like broken foot boredom and a
dying cockerel,
with fractured once glorious now useless wings arching,
and calling to his unfaithful flustered women. 


last nights beer sapped the moisture and aged the muscles
like crows feet to a lady.
but I like crows feet and black quills -
smooth claws scratching,

Turning the dirt over.

Me bruised him cracked the cockerel pecking at deaths warm overcoat as he’s carried,
stroked
and tame to the crossing.

I lay some pennies for his journey.

No comments: