"A Puking"
Concerto in Vitamin D.
A
greenish sea in Ireland in the key of C.
The keys
to my car's door.
Bottles
of Dewars Whiskey almost totally gone.
The
biggest pair of knockers and nipples I've ever kissed and
the
largest tush I've ever felt.
A
brassiere and panties thrown on the
bathroom's floor.
The smell
of rats' turds and puke coming from the halls.
Junkies
shooting dope in the apartment next door.
The dead
lock bolt attached to my front door.
Rap music
blaring from the stereo while a T.V. is too loud for me to hear.
A rock n'
scroll song playing Dylan while Stravinsky accompanies on a Fiddle.
A Lute's
toot's blasting a car alarm.
Motorcycle
engines roaring in the streets below.
A dealer
trying to make some dough.
Me trying
to get some more pieces of ass.
The woman
is asking for more free blow jobs.
A punk
outside my door robs the junkies.
They are
really a bunch of monkeys.
Under my
dresser draw lies a Colt 45.
Where it
hides for another day.
Remember
that anger never does any good.
You grasp
that and you have the best keys money can't buy.
By And
For Jon Billet on 02.09.14.
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