torn labels

what be of this ?
see th spirit of a drunk deer singing
in th driver’s eyes.

and crash through a glass
down th northern stage pole
covered in crude and coin –

head bone on fire
from licking whiskey   off a stripper’s stomach
and yelling back.

                ! cowboy up,    princess     [  ye  haw  understatements ]

driven by th cooz of bad country
and wet spots left on stools.

1:45 a.m.

frost in my beard beads
to sweat
while pumping  a bikini line
in th front seat of a pickup;

                                                             $2 a glass
                                                                               no shame
                                                             in that.

cocaine bust
in th parking lot
and doing it to
th flashing lights.

# posted by hardyf : 23:22