Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Maps V

Mondrian life in Maple leaves
Strewn at the entrance of
Wal-Mart, written history in
The aisles and the sand around
A dying man like police tape
Under my pillow, "Dream no evil."
Low-slung bell bottom jeans
With a holster at your hip,
Fire no shots, I've thrown
My condoms to the ground!
I made you into art and all
I got was one more drunk
Pussy at four A.M. Buy
Pesticide, meet me at McDonald's,
Leave the back door unlocked
Mom will be home soon

--Charles Alexander Themar lives in Denton, TX and enjoys malt liquor and soap operas. He will trade a knight for a bishop and hasn't been to the dentist in years, but don't tell anyone that.

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