Barqs Like a Chicken B
One summer I fell in love with popeyes chicken and barq's root beer,
lusted over a Mexican rose in the upstairs flat
In the daytime i moved furniture and dreams
come eve I'd slouch in the aluminum bleachers aside the gridiron
merrily gorging and drinking...though quite alone
happy in the glorious simplicity
tossing silver cans and bird bones between hash marks
wiping greasy fingers on the stars...
Basking in the sweet scent of irony.
You see in high school i secretly hated jocks,
they flaunted those sparkling letters got all the girls
i flaunted F's and got their leftovers
now they were getting mine,,,
Many bones later,
lips kissing a cold silver can with little red barrels
still quite alone
remembering the silhouette of a rose in an upstairs window
some things are never meant to be opened...
Copyright © Anthony Slausin | Year Posted 2016
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