Frosty da snowman
Bluelighter
listing drunkenly on the slap happy words of a stoned ape
the smell of shit, beer and cum stains sticking to every breath
and the plink plink sounds from the wasted magician playing the piano in the corner
the typical 3pm dive bar crowd
this is home when works ails has rejected you far to soon in the week
no decisions, no calls, and no memos
just warm stale air, the comfort of defeat, and a 50/50 chance with drunker then you left over in the corner
it’s in this comfort zone that the worst of your demons comes to play
We’ll label this one gorge (reflection) and play his part
gorge comes up usually with still wet hands from his last bathroom trip
shakes, shoulder grabs, and back slaps all around
he’s only been here 3.5 seconds and all ready invaded most of your personal space
his advice is like warm beer suds.
to light, to sweet, and almost gone
useless cept to tell u something once was here
Jill (regret) likes to make a grand entrance
entourage of has been lovers clinging like drowning victims to that last breath
her savagely sweet perfume chokes you silent while her heroin chic frame closes in for the kill
her rambling tales, her bitter delivery. her Bordeaux style
heavy, red, and over priced for a far to quickly emptied bottle
and after a few more solitary drinks your courage stolen
you stroll at last to the left over in the corner
raven haired beauty, white moon face, dark intense eyes.
black licorice sent, and ABSINTHE smile
you begin to pour you soul
taken now and in her arms
mindless and writhing you gasp for her name
she takes the moment
gently traces your chest
your neck your lips
pauses breathless to drink from your eyes
she’s locked you in this huddle moment
thirsting for nothing else
breaking you with her smile
lifting you to her chest
whispers "despair" in your ear then swallows you whole
the smell of shit, beer and cum stains sticking to every breath
and the plink plink sounds from the wasted magician playing the piano in the corner
the typical 3pm dive bar crowd
this is home when works ails has rejected you far to soon in the week
no decisions, no calls, and no memos
just warm stale air, the comfort of defeat, and a 50/50 chance with drunker then you left over in the corner
it’s in this comfort zone that the worst of your demons comes to play
We’ll label this one gorge (reflection) and play his part
gorge comes up usually with still wet hands from his last bathroom trip
shakes, shoulder grabs, and back slaps all around
he’s only been here 3.5 seconds and all ready invaded most of your personal space
his advice is like warm beer suds.
to light, to sweet, and almost gone
useless cept to tell u something once was here
Jill (regret) likes to make a grand entrance
entourage of has been lovers clinging like drowning victims to that last breath
her savagely sweet perfume chokes you silent while her heroin chic frame closes in for the kill
her rambling tales, her bitter delivery. her Bordeaux style
heavy, red, and over priced for a far to quickly emptied bottle
and after a few more solitary drinks your courage stolen
you stroll at last to the left over in the corner
raven haired beauty, white moon face, dark intense eyes.
black licorice sent, and ABSINTHE smile
you begin to pour you soul
taken now and in her arms
mindless and writhing you gasp for her name
she takes the moment
gently traces your chest
your neck your lips
pauses breathless to drink from your eyes
she’s locked you in this huddle moment
thirsting for nothing else
breaking you with her smile
lifting you to her chest
whispers "despair" in your ear then swallows you whole
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