DUI
tomorrow the newspaper
will report
what the rest of tonight will entail
for the guy on the barstool
beside me.
after plowing through some
mangroves on A1A,
he will blow into the sears
parking lot
with a flat tire.
another driver will then
yank him out of his car
and pin him down on the pavement
till the police arrive.
when they ask for his license,
he will struggle to stand
and offer his credit card instead.
he will then fail all
roadside sobriety tests
and refuse the breathalyzer.
and when they ask if he understands
his miranda rights
he will tell the officers
his only health problem is bunions
on his feet.
but for now, he is gulping
carbombs
at the tiki bar and playing the role
of the key west folk hero,
his fat fist wagging,
his sunburnt face a roasted ham hock
in the sun.
he turns to me. ‘last time
I was at this bar I got a blowjob
in the lady’s crapper. I’m tellin
you, I didn’t even know
the girl. she just pulled me right in.
but it was good.
real
good.”
Horror Sleaze Trash 