Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2013
we sip wine and feign class as though we could detect the full-bodied flavor and fragrant flowery ******* whatever you said this was.
i remember then the last time i actually impressed someone and what hell it can lead to, drop the act and just chug.
pretend like i'm on a boat and stumble out the door muttering something about bukowski.
zigzagtuesday
Written by
zigzagtuesday
525
   jdmaraccini
Please log in to view and add comments on poems