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August 02, 2005
Sharon #2
wily whiskers
shootin the eight ball
when he's still got
a stripe to go
he claims
thats the only way
I could beat him
obviously the liquor
has infected his eyes
orangutan head
with her(?) pointed ears
child from the family compilation copulation
sneaking licks at the whisky
while mammy gums on her Pabst
and her pappy
looks like an old railroad man
with his striped cap of baby blue
and chia pet ears
Ive got dandruff
at the bottom of
every glass of miller
its like reading tea leaves
without the fortune
and the hee-haw girls
are dilapidating my
eardrums
with the country honk
spitting out lyrics
that sound like bad math
even the speakers
are trying to fail
in their own defense
the poker junkies
dropping their shit
into the mainline
and I never heard the cry
of a winner
the wrong Leonard Cohen
is playing
again
and I attempt to
weather the odds
all to no avail
everyone is drinking
the wrong beer
while roaches skate
inside the coffee pot
a dropped faced woman
is broadcasting an argument
with the toiletries
in the ladies
while Mr. Beret
tries
to coax the jukebox
into a sing along
in the key of out
barstools do the polka
around the discombobulated steps
of listless feet
as I tap on the torn armrest
to the rhythym
that sticks to my tattoos
M&M rubbers
in the toilet
from St. Louis, Missouri
and all the girls know
its better to have it
melt in your mouth
than in your hand
the phone never rings
and the television shows only
dust
at The Sharon
Posted by Drexler at August 2, 2005 12:08 PM