Spit, Blood, Fire (New Year’s Day 03)

Fire did not come

Snow Rabbit did not arrive

Cat ran off

Other cat has been called

We saw a rockstar

Bought chewing gum on Prince Street

Had my smoked chicken

On Mott Street

No gangs here

Just outside

But a beauty of blonde

Writing creatives just under my bills

A toast at home

Shirt removal too

Went to ten and one

Visited the lesbians

Left rather quickly

Brisk walk

Did not go

Lounge around back

For One Twenty Five

Turn round the corner

What do you see?

Tom & Jerry’s and a big T.V.

She thought he was hot

He ate her arm

She hugged he and he and her and her and even me

She felt her ass

We all bought drinks

I asked for a better hug

She gave her pussy to her Three Thousand Dollar Ass

Laughter shared

But no B. here

Fun times round

Minnesota, Wisconsin, run into the ground

The beautiful librarian kissed

Smacked in the nose

The blood dripped down

Fifty Dollar shirt, now blood stained memory

Fire on the corner

Put out the fire

Saved a life

Saved a life

On New Year’s Day

© 2003 David Greg Harth

03.01.01.10:27:06@296NYC