Wednesday, May 20, 2009

roundhouse

kick to the chest
blah blah written in
stone on his grave

they buried him in a
sleeping bag
stuck him in the dirt

when he was alive
he drank warm whiskey-
a shot before every
road-trip

honkytonk
bars on his breath
wild women gathered
around his handsome lips

he cracked open
hearts all over the place
till finally

he pissed off the wrong barmaid

6 comments:

Kay said...

haha...very entertaining!

jack sender said...

well, you surprised me with that entertaining piece, and it kept my attention. good work.

Ayesha said...

rofl

You've gotta love that one :D

christine said...

Great poem Holly. A good example of how we reap what we sow. Scary piece. Reminds me of a David Lynch movie.

Misty said...

bang outstanding ending!

Julie said...

Awesome work, Holly. Freaking awesome to the nth degree!! I love the story and the voice. The ending is perfect. The use of language is great. I love it!!