Miss Pinkie
and her son
at a bar
and I was
near to them
sitting down
in a chair
and he said
things to her
as he looked
back at me
she told me
he was in
the police force
and married
and said things
back to him
looking back
towards me
and smiling
I think he's
probably
saying to her
he's too young
young enough
to be your
oldest son
and he's right
I am young
enough to
be her son
but what he
doesn't know
or maybe
doesn't want
to know is
I've shafted
his mother
to the music
of Mahler
both of us
well sauced on
Scotch whiskey
sometimes on
her blue couch
other times
on her bed
with moonlight
coming through
her bedroom
wide window
and moon glow
playing on
my naked
rising ***
Miss Pinkie
and her son
return with
all our drinks
and sit down
I watch him
wondering
what he thinks.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
Miss Pinkie
and her son
at a bar
and I was
near to them
sitting down
in a chair
and he said
things to her
as he looked
back at me
she told me
he was in
the police force
and married
and said things
back to him
looking back
towards me
and smiling
I think he's
probably
saying to her
he's too young
young enough
to be your
oldest son
and he's right
I am young
enough to
be her son
but what he
doesn't know
or maybe
doesn't want
to know is
I've shafted
his mother
to the music
of Mahler
both of us
well sauced on
Scotch whiskey
sometimes on
her blue couch
other times
on her bed
with moonlight
coming through
her bedroom
wide window
and moon glow
playing on
my naked
rising ***
Miss Pinkie
and her son
return with
all our drinks
and sit down
I watch him
wondering
what he thinks.
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