olympia & brown ale
& so in our repulsion we scream
no to paradise, no to Christmas & none of that blasphemous sunshine,
all we truly want is
the devil, sweet sex in station wagons & buses,
candles in Mexico with drugs & women,
the wonderment of seventeen & alcohol with gnomes
in winter & spring,
used record stores playing drums on beanbags.
oh but the true beauty lies in green goblets filled
with bounty of incredible love with one glance
in a bar over hamburgers, soup, juice & the ever crisp
voice of blues crooning out our depression of crashing hopes.
so we cast out our lines & taste the sweat of the 200 Pd marlin off the coast
of the Florida Keys sailing our bicycles built from swindling girls
of pretty pink dreams & unremarkable Valentines
Unknown "flankers" Ferocious
- 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago