The Aftermath of Fireball Friday
fireball friday,
hello
you know i did not
miss you at all
the cool air freezes
my eyes favorably
foggy
i relax inside the
zonule of aftermath
paradise
with green tea
ginger ale in hand
and carelessness
concrete in stature,
i start the hose and
retire that fireball
that is merciless to
the touch
i cut on some roy
orbison because i
happen to dig the
man
after that, me,
mitch, and jenny
will take a ride to
the havana moon to
meet ole chuck berry
i will then become
some kind of fool
with joe and the
tams and enjoy the
moonlight and music
with ruby and the
romantics
fireball friday,
goodbye and good
riddance....for
now....until morbid
monday....(EXPLETIVE!)
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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