décembre 13, 2002
mint juleps and needles
and you find that your life is a frustrated vision of gaugins, rodins, excellent fiction mint juleps and needles don't add up to wisdom, you're cracked, you've gone mad, makes me so sad, i like you better than most of the men i've had.
next to the club where your girlfriend is dancing on the bar, i left a stain on your glass, you called it a scar.
and he struck me, like a matchstick, if only to prove, there's nothing out there that i have to lose...speaking in tongues through tar-paved lungs, the boy fell off his chair, too drunk to notice, too lost to care.
half a glass of cognac and a punch in the mouth WE ARE THE PEOPLE OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUT.
Posted by shivery at décembre 13, 2002 11:10 AMComments