By the dramatic eyes of endless Elsie's,
Elizabeth's, Emma's and Eve's. Running
bunnies bunched together with their blond
hair tied back and their green and blue eyes
glare at haggard me.
"Good god! The Aryans!" I shouted to meet
the screwed up nimble faces, this heated pack
wondering how they should react to drunken
haggard me.
Oh Baby give me one more chance
Slithered through my brain.
My Muppet mopped head cried to the rising
sun- for I, the prodigal son, was mighty with
bare arms.
(The Illegally underage short shorts mince on
by)
Teenage perfume to cloud the my nose's sight;
And I had the furious five laying tracks
in my chest SO
Don't. Push. Me. Cause I'm.
Close. To. The. Edge-
I'm. Tryin'. Not to.
Lose. My. Head.
the earth in the little plot of wild grass, still dew
wet and mysterious as the sun was taking its time.
Or perhaps it was the ruin porn, or the horrible
energy drinks that festered with vodka like boiling
oil and water in my stomach.
One could even say, perhaps it was the "why
This pack of blond hair'd blue and green eye'd
gazelles to pass a lion's teeth?"
"Why this seven AM?"
"Where is last night? I demand to speak with
its manager!"
"Why energy drinks and vodka!?"
"Why this stomach!?"
"WHY ME!?"
"WHO AM I!?
to smell this dampness...."
I had the energy, I was drunk with energy, I was drunk
at seven AM and a band of frolicking jail bait went
past me. At their tail, a bronzed animated mummy of a
coach gave me the evil eye:
"RAIN ON YOUR PARADE
WE'RE OUT THE DOOR!
AND I DON'T EVEN CARE
ANY- FUCKING MORE!"
do not listen to them enough.
