Saturday, December 18, 2010
The man with the broken heart was nowhere to be seen. The heart breakers were there. Tongues down throats all night. A broken down diva wrapped in cobwebs sat in the spotlight & opened her legs wide so everyone could watch her cunt disintegrate.
Shirley needed a break. She found a quiet spot at the bar & devoured it. She noticed the barman's bad split ends. They discussed conditioning. It was becoming an intellectual evening. When it became black, moonlight caught glass & chrome. And as Shirleys' head smashed against the rickety wood bed head, silver skull fell from his ear. She watched it twitching, spinning in the light & it smashed her in the teeth. Now Shirley has a broken smile.