roll on over to her mangled vine
winding fingers
tracing
a
path
through some inborn hedgemaze
it's alright
you've all tumbled over to the other side like a SPLASH
you've pooled together in a frenzy
the waiter watches like a sailor who doesn't know how to swim
and all the girls are dressed like 50's housewives
...and maybe they are, really...
six gins in and you dive on in
like it's nachos
no use trying...
you've already shined them in with that headlamp grin
rigged up for nighttime fishing
1 comment:
"the waiter watches like a sailor who doesn't know how to swim"
Very nice. I think I'll use this one.
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