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Honky Tonk Angel By Blooze 08
In my head I hear lonesome George wishing for a Honky Tonk angel to hold him tight And here in this quiet building in This darkened room half of my bed feels Like an old deep meat chest Save for the meat Silence strangling me-my two cats asleep on a pile of dirty black tees Somewhere here and Too cold still to hear the v-twins’ downshift rounding the Drive Yet the robins will sing before sunrise. My silent abandoned slumber chamber is screaming for a warm body A soft green comforter brings no comfort Despite the soothing color. A resentful bartender somewhere counting paltry tips Sneaking a butt now that the last callers have At last left- Teetering one-eyed to a car or A gypsy cab or Someone else’s car who’s name will be forgotten Or already has been Frankly who cares any way May’s well screw in the alley On a car hood Behind a dumpster It is all the same in the long run. You wind up middle aged and graying Awake and aware Sober and tearing one-eyed Thinking: It is cold in here I may as well rest In a coffin Wouldn’t it save room, be Easier to make up in the morning Save the planet by using smaller sheets It is all the same in the end Longing for something, or Someone To stop the spinning dance of loneliness The screaming of the uncomforting comforter-and, Aw fuck Why’d I ever stop the boozing least I’d have something to make me feel Alive in The retching morning light And maybe the ice would melt If I pissed the bed- If I squint I can get a quick lost fleeting Vision of a someone dragged here Long ago- And pretend Just pretend the god damn silence isn’t screaming Out What a frail failure I am At 51.
steves56grrl@juno.com
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