Friday, September 30, 2016

Drawn and Quartered Nightly

She called the shots tonight:
vodka, jello, .22 caliber
popguns in the woods.

Now she's gone
but we're friends
on Social Media.

The trees could turn pink

Cats gather nearby
plotting my death.

She sends me a sticker -
thumbs up;
my liver feeds the strays.

Watch the felines stagger to their
back porches before dawn
where we all sleep it off

in our own way.


Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

Another absolute corker.

eric1313 said...

Thank you sir! Got a few more here... Good seeing you.