Sunday, February 26, 2006

Sunday Morning “Bondo” Time

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)


Anonymous said...

Funny stuff.:) Well written, should be published.

Anonymous said...

definately made me laugh..I am sure there are many of us who have experienced this at least once in their life.

Russell Ragsdale said...

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!

Pincushion said...

*grins* I sure remember the zombie!lol!
love the woven metaphors!
Thanks for the visit :)
I shall surely be back!

floots said...

a multi-beer pile-up
loved that
this all rings so true
(and makes me give a rueful grin of self-recognition)

Pat Paulk said...

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.

Eric said...

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 :) . . .

polona said...

funny... like it! took me several readings though, and a dictionary, to fully understand this. Hate those language barriers!

Pat Paulk said...

Yes, Eric, it hurt! Polona, at least you can cross the barrier! Thanks for commenting!