Saturday, November 29, 2014

Reading upon reaching
over-sized sunset
half-empty goblet
half-filled with tasteless franchised vomit
overflowing with suspended senseless confusion
guilty of the innocent sensation
like a plaid sawdust lumberjack suspender
covering a blood-stained wife-beater
bottleneck moonshine
boxers sticky with semen skid marks in the front
party in the rear
rhymes with piers or pears
who cares
no one's there
nonsensical poems about underwear