Thursday, March 20, 2014

Flipping-Off God

The first time
was with a bottle
of Jamaican rum
and a big bowl of spaghetti
while watching an R-rated
movie – nude scenes and all –
that one weekend
I got the house to myself.

I woke up staggerblind
and learned that God
flips back better,
that spaghetti puke
looks like a leaky jugular
with fishbone sprinkles,
that some things stink
for the rest of your life.

The second time
was a decade-and-a-half later
at a bar with a green-eyed girl
I still miss sometimes. It was after
three Long Islands and a sloppy,
I really, really care for you.

Grey Sparrow - Spring 2014

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