for money
you love that song
you say:
it was a shitload
this time
my heart rate dropped
back in bloody ICU
cocktails in roof-top bars
you’re going to wear that sexy black dress
crash at the Crown Casino
I'll bleach back my hair
girls night out, hit
the streets, singing
Roxanne don't care
if it's right or wrong
don't care
text me visiting hours
you sound drowsy
Fitzroy? Richmond?
you say:
it was a shitload
this time
you say:
I wish
I hadn’t made it
next time
I'll do it right
next time
ReplyDeleteSubject matter is love, not drugs. What a fine poem, dear Kristen!
Funny that my Powderfinger poem had been burning my fingers for the last couple days.
Thanks Rob :)) Love your Powderfinger poem - a slow burn alright & it's got me thrashing Neil Young again.
DeleteI can't get enough of these!
ReplyDeleteThanks James - hopefully there'll be more in this sequence :))
Delete