Saturday, December 20, 2008

She was a real pyro,

I mean a rock-'em-and-sock-'em
give 'em both barrels
KAPOW of a woman, 
five feet five, spittin' out nails
like pumpkin seeds,
a goddam piss and vinegar 
QUEEN
ridin' a runaway freight train and
laughin' like a maniac.
She had a body like a knee 
to the groin,
eyes colder than rebar,
and a face that packed more punch
than a friggin' PROM night.
And when she kicked me
face first through the
bar room window,
I was thankin' my lucky stars
that she'd at least left me
one cigarette,
three dimes,
and her number
so we could crank it up
next time
I was in town.




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