| Title: | The Boredom of Beer |
| Posted On: | 2009-01-20 13:16:49 |
drunk in St. Henri,
peeling band-aids off the abandoned gas-station
onto the bloody butterfly of my knee
flying on the backs of street-cats
with broken doors hung off the hinges
if i weren’t drunk i wouldn't be here
i wouldn’t be in this sappost-to-be-white bathroom,
which never has toilet paper
and he cups my cotton-crotch,
grande with faux-heat & erection
he thinks he poured my puddle
(the piss i couldn’t wipe)
an hour in, and
no lotto
no casino
no flamingo
lights
my legs are sleeping & i have to fart
i’m not drunk anymore, so i scream sincerely
