BACARDI TAIL LIGHTS MACHINE GUN FAREWELL
BACARDI TAIL LIGHTS MACHINE GUN FAREWELL
He tried to drown his dog
under the canal bridge
but it came back.
Rang the planning department
and warned them there'd be blood
if one more estate was built.
His dad abandoned,
hobbling to the pigeon loft.
Daniel is leaving tonight on a plane.
Local junkies got hold
of the bottles and the furniture
then ended up scrapping
in a pool of vomit.
Seemed like Christmas in that street,
the girlfriend transparent
on a dirty mattress
hidden in very long grass.
Yellow Mama # 77. Editor Cyndi Rosmus.
john short
Wed 3rd Apr 2019 00:17
Thanks Ray and Stu for the appreciation. Wasn't too sure what to make of this poem so helpful to get feedback. WOL is such a useful tool for us poets.