torn labels

drain th vampire blood
flash a toothy grin
and get back out there

bottle that shout
bottle it my friend
like a rare grape or a raven

ask::
are we th flavor
or is it th labeling
or – does it even matter

who knows
enclosed
cant be a saint and oh no
    getting in
    to th cabo wabo
    now

    saw her in line
    dead cool
    in th early
    evening we were not shouting

                                                          “yo boozy –”
                                                          “what, what”

or,

                                                          “why’d you marry that mexican!
                                                           when my buddy sin love w/ you”

…and still walking off w/ the laugh

and now she wont move, near 10 but still
never a dark sky in a low cut sweater;
keeps talking, flashing th Louis V but
doesn’t understand th shouts that bring her down

back to arms around friends
end that way, the good way, the only way
   so many bodies
   friends I didn’t know I had
   that drink up in my face
and all down in my hand

running down his chin in laughter
eating th sushi
pounding the pinot gris
and shouting in wait
where th women become girls

# posted by hardyf : 14:19