SHIRT OFF. Warm whiskey, Rite-Aid's finest. Used to be Thrifty. Let a little dribble on ya, just so everyone you talk to knows where you're at. Sometimes it gets infectious, and you may just end up with a street corner's worth of daytime-drunk-on-empty-stomach mafaggas laughing at cars. Cop a squat somewhere the sun's in your eyes; keeps the grin strong. If you're wearing panties, come sit next to me on this wall right here. That cinderblock's gonna leave an outline on your dress and your thighs too. I wake up on the grass, and the sun is shining on my face, like it's supposed to. You're sitting up next to me, talking to your friend, and I can see your backbone. I smile, lay my head back down on the grass and listen to you natter on while kids squeal and ants crawl through my hair. The days I live for.
mmmm mmmm guud
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