When the Elastic Broke
on my Fae wings.
Once removed,
no longer a Hippie Fairy Princess,
mere mortal,
like on the other 364 days.
In a small town bar,
bored out of my skull,
in spite of the eye candy
in the form of a local band,
Bremen.
The King and Queen of Hearts
play pool on the right.
A sexy skunk and a dancing fool
strut their stuff on the left.
After fries and five 7Ups,
I tell my friends, a devil and a leprechaun,
I just want to go home.
I just want to go home.
prompt: “game over”
poem
November 1, 2014
No comments:
Post a Comment