07-27-2015, 11:33 AM
“I’ll bludgeon you from head to toe you giblet head,
and, fuck, I swear I will wring tree rings on your neck,
and you go tell them how I made a young man thirty,
while I beat you gently, breathing whisky down your nape.”
“I promise you—
That I won’t miss a beat.
I’ll tell them the whole tale,
and wring out sobs behind my fully buttoned collar.
But you, I don’t know how I could forget.
Of course I’ll render you,
as a hair knuckled oaf
inside a cluttered cottage like a brimming alcoholic bull,
or a seething cauldron of emotions.
Oh, and then I’ll have to tell them that I made it up.”
and, fuck, I swear I will wring tree rings on your neck,
and you go tell them how I made a young man thirty,
while I beat you gently, breathing whisky down your nape.”
“I promise you—
That I won’t miss a beat.
I’ll tell them the whole tale,
and wring out sobs behind my fully buttoned collar.
But you, I don’t know how I could forget.
Of course I’ll render you,
as a hair knuckled oaf
inside a cluttered cottage like a brimming alcoholic bull,
or a seething cauldron of emotions.
Oh, and then I’ll have to tell them that I made it up.”