Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

She slammed the outside door so hard
the window panes rattled in their frames

his mirrored grin, spilled red white and blue aquafresh froth, from lip to chin

she'd put coffee in the percolator though
and rearranged the fridges magnetic letters
to fuck u too

I can picture this so well.

I can feel the love

in the morning she will rise
wash the sleep from her eyes
...
her daddy tried to keep her in burlap
but now she sleeps with her shoes in her hand
she is the ultimate groupie...

sorry that just popped in to my head from an old hillbilly song


I liked your poem a lot
very Brautigan for me

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Thanks all for your time in reading and posting......David

liked the hillbilly snippet.........................David