Brian Rosenberger

Poor me

Like a doubleshot of Kentucky’s best unlabelled
she came on strong, legs intoxicatingly smooth
100 proof breasts. built to spill
eyes so striking. instant addiction
pour me another
Sue, her name. Eager mine
We had 25 minutes to go till last call
time to kill and time to fill our glasses
My place was closer
Between drinks and tokes, kisses and gropes
her story, like our clothes unraveled
old school heartache
sadness and survival
country trash turned urban myth 
when she gripped my
not-so-long neck with lips cherry red
I believed the legend
but before the beast
in me became
the beast in her

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Wakefulness
proved educational
the Southern Baptist ping pong tournament
in my head indicated way too much to drink
the wig on the chair, like a long black veil
appearances can be deceiving
Sue’s dick and the sheer size of it…
nature does not play fair and the southern discomfort
my ass was feeling that hell ain’t heaven
and I’ll be damned if Ring of Fire
ever sounds the same