Thursday, October 29, 2009

tastes like cheap booze

started in the light of the afternoon,
merrymaker, hay makers in the pool,
summer skin, sour lips, your hips,
chatted here for what seems, at least an hour
taken away, a missed attraction, sounds like Camelot,
too good to waste it, better skull it?
prone to hurt you like a victim, injury for injury sake,
break down, suffer, and try choke it down,
snuffed cigarettes in the late evenings bliss, the phones off the hook,
dirty little secrets in the basement, kinda feel Fritz
smooth you over with milk and cream,
a solo wet spot divides us two,
laying here, too drunk to care, covers, leave the window wide open,
cow skin rugs, and dim TV screams, dance you to sleep, smug,
try again in a while, now will do, couldn't hurt?
money shot thats a keeper,
pass out, i'll sleep in later, nows too hot,
and there's no chance of a refund, PAYOUT!
rain on someone else, the washers broke and out of bread.

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