by A.g. Synclair
my drinking buddy
got piss drunk
lost
his erection
his desire to fuck
and his dinner
before
passing out
and hitting the floor
with a dull
sickening thud.
So we drank his Jack
his convulsions
made me queasy
but she
smelled like sex
and he
wasn't dead
so I grabbed the bottle
put my hand
between her legs
and led her to my room.
© 2009 A.g. Synclair
Now this has a rhythm I can jive to.
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