Friday, March 12, 2010

with friends like me

by A.g. Synclair

my drinking buddy

got piss drunk


his erection

his desire to fuck

and his dinner


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

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