BigthinkingcapFuck, listen up, man
all you need to know about death
is that it walks in red fuck me heels
and has one hell of a killer ass..
Yes,everything about her was fire
her legs her eyes
a spine that swung her ass like a pendulum
Shit and that smile
right down to her dirty nails
from always digging graves
but fuck man,those breasts
they were like psalms
and I being an atheist
wanted nothing more
than to find religion
but love, I feared my hands nor this heart were big enough for so much truth from so small a whisper
she shifted on a bar stool
legs crossing like a conductor's baton while madmen who called themselves poets
drunk on Bowery corners
lips smacking wine bareknuckling words that were wasted on lost loves
as sounds of her silk stockings reminded me of horny cicadas in Spain last summer..
and why men think of such beautiful deaths
Night always had a way
of showing you your true self
And it didn't give a crap
whether or not
you were ready for that much truth ..
So tonight you best grab the scotch,son..cause it's a clusterfuck..