There’s been a multi-beer pile-up,
just above my furrowed brow.
Somewhere between 1:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m.,
the NASCAR whooping,
butt wiggling,
tight jean ogling,
crowd crooning cowboy,
made several lane changes
from Mardi Gras Olympiad,
to snore-weaving,
Stonehenge-recliner, exhibit “A”, and
back again
to “tell me I didn’t do that” reality.
The only thing left to do
is pull the mangled mess,
of crunched up beer cans,
through my throbbing forehead, and
bondo another dull, gray patch
over thin fenders of toilet-promises,
already swirling away.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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9 comments:
Funny stuff.:) Well written, should be published.
definately made me laugh..I am sure there are many of us who have experienced this at least once in their life.
Who knows what a fun time we've had? Unfortunately there's always someone around who remembers, maybe a Polaroid or two.
Thanks for the link!
*grins* I sure remember the zombie!lol!
love the woven metaphors!
Thanks for the visit :)
I shall surely be back!
a multi-beer pile-up
loved that
this all rings so true
(and makes me give a rueful grin of self-recognition)
cheers
Yes, an experience most know toooo well! No photographs!! Thanks for coming by pincushion! Thoroughly enjoy your blog! floots, my muse tells me she's moving out if I don't start acting my AGE. Oh well, AA's got another one I can steal.
good stuff this . . . 'pull the mangled mess of crunched up beer cans through my throbbing forehead' OUCH ! . . . not that i'd know first hand what you were talking about :) . . .
funny... like it! took me several readings though, and a dictionary, to fully understand this. Hate those language barriers!
Yes, Eric, it hurt! Polona, at least you can cross the barrier! Thanks for commenting!
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