Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Will Mercier Sep 2012
That coffin nail smile
All the while it never broke.
**** after ****, we took the plant apart,
As if the night was a chocolate cake,
And we knew it wouldn't last.
Cast of with a flick of the hand,
They were like that ash,
They never understood,
It was never any good.

But you were so good Betty.
That ***** blond mop,
The halter top,
And that coffin nail smile,
All the while, it never broke.

They say, you had it on your face still,
When they pulled you out of the wreck,
A few teeth short, bloodied,
But intact.

I beat myself up over it,
Nonstop.
Its a horror,
What four hours can do.
To have the world wrapped up in a piece of bambu,
Twenty-two records, without a single skippable song,
A plant in full bloom,
A room with a you...

I saw the *******, two months later,
Drinking himself to death,
In the Orlando international airport lounge.
******* on an olive, and sobbing on your picture.
I wanted so much to strangle him
Until his eyes popped out of his head,
Until he was dead...like he made you.
But I figured...he was doing a good enough job on his own,
So I left him alone.
I'll never forgive him though...
He's been dead twenty years now,
But I'll never forgive him...
For hitting that guardrail at ninety...
And for walking away, with a broken collar bone,
While you...
Oh Betty,
You were so ******...

Why didn't you stay that night,
Stay with me...

You didn't...

Oh, Betty...
Why did you leave us like that,
Why did you leave me...
M Clement Apr 2014
You monster.

Skippable story
For the glory of something else.
Meg Ryan's everywhere.
Another movie with Meg Ryan.
Natives, man.

Indian Jewish
Pork and I stewish.
I used to write to side-track myself.
It's back again.

Purple footed ostrich
****** for me
You monkey faced animal

The who wants my flesh?
The you wants my mess.
Thanks Meg Ryan, you're everything.
The ants go marching.
We're watching Joe and the Volcano, or whatever it's called.
Foogle 2d
Perhaps if my words
were as polished as flat circular stones;
and easily skippable across
the pristine and perfect still lake,
I could strangle them out
of my choking oesophagus
one by one with no mercy -
until my eyes were no longer strained red,
and my breathing was once again rhythmic.
My body could throw them up in the depths
and forever leave them
in my far peripheral vision

— The End —