fuck it and the great yee haa
dumbshit muscle car
and that fabricated pregnancy
her side of town always had it right
he was a paper flounder
in the forest
gasping for air,
she kissed him once
it occurred,
tearing up blacktop
nowhere to go
his image would be born at 5pm
and he would not be there,
bottle shattered thrown from window
fuck accelerated with the engine
spit on fists and punch the wall
turning hard
smearing rubber,
breathing hard as engine idled
blue bra and panty serenade
shit he was a dumbfuck
turning to run,
her dad did not have a bullet
in the chamber of his heart,
returning at a slower crawl
only his mind raced
it was time
a fishy story by judith clay
http://society6.com/judithclay
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