It takes two…coffins
to bury last night’s casualties
My dignity
and my unflappable charm did not go down without a fightPut your left foot in, put your left foot out
Shamelessly flailing like a land locked trout
It takes two…men
with shovels to dig out the grave
The place
where my Sunday will be buried, a day dying on the couchPut your right foot in, put your right foot out
I’m too old for this shit, there is no doubt
It takes two…former
friends to tell me to sit down the following week
When the
dance floor flirts, massaging my need for attention with lovers fingersPut your head in, put your head out
Who am I kidding, Captain Morgan has the clout
Speaking as one who has stuck both feet in it, wedged her head far up it, and stepped in it time and time again, can relate. Well, art is never easy and always messy. Let's go with that!
ReplyDeleteLoved the rhythmic flow in this piece :D
ReplyDeleteHa, this made me smile........loved the dignity and unflappable charm not going down without a fight!
ReplyDeleteLove the weaving of this piece. Well done.
ReplyDeleteHaha a land locked trout THE HORROR!
ReplyDeletefor some reason this poem reminds me of that scene from Breaking Bad, you know with Saul in the desert. But that comparison is too weak for the voice of this thing, which I imagine to be Tom Waits on a more barky day. I like the wibbly wobbly Thompson-esque you're frontin here! Viva la and thanks for posting!
ReplyDeleteDo the hokey-pokey ~~ with all of your might!! Love this!
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