Friday, October 10, 2008

DRUNK SONNET 11

MY DRUNK IS GOING AWAY AND IT'S A LITTLE HOT
LIKE I AM IN A DESERT AND LICKING THE SAND
BENEATH THE SAND TO STAY COOL THOUGH IT'S WRONG
AND THIS WILL JUST MAKE THINGS WORSE

I CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW WITH MY MOUTH FULL OF SAND
IF YOU WANT TO TALK LEAVE A MESSAGE AND I WILL RESPOND
AT A BETTER TIME I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND
BUT I UNDERSTAND IF YOU NEVER DO

AND IF I NEVER DO
AND IF WHAT WAS GOOD WAS NOT REALLY GOOD
BUT WE WERE TRYING TOO HARD TO BE GOOD

SOMETIMES I CAN FEEL A CAMEL LICKING MY BACK
AND WHEN I TURN AROUND I AM SUDDENLY SLEEPING
AND THIS POEM MAKES NO SENSE WHAT THE FUCK

1 comment:

Annie Lo said...

I like the licking the desert part. That's hot.