Met you at the rock show.
You spilled a beer on me.
Toast that.
Way to break the ice.
Imagine that.
Way to break the ice.
You were looking back at me.
And I was looking back at you.
To see if we were looking back.
Cut to three hours later.
You spilled your guts to me.
Way to break the ice.
Your boyfriend left you at the altar.
Way to break the ice.
You spilled wine on your shirt just to take it off.
Way to break the ice.
You look like a pop star.
Imagine that.
Way to break the ice.
Cut to three years later.
At the alter, she had a bubble in her throat,
Swallowed several times,
Burped,
And wine and warm stomach fluid hit the ground
like a blanket slapping the ground.
Way to break the ice
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoesiaBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
