litote_convoluted: art: bringing down the house -a drunk poem.
Bringing Down the House
-a drunk poem.
Disrespectful
To a Matthew
On a Sunday
Is what I am
Drink drink Drinking
At the piano
In my nightgown.
I am waiting
For his call
To come this Friday
And it is nighttime
And I am singing
In the hall.
Ant bites and bee stings
Ant bites and bee stings
Guitar strings bring
My house down.
Ant bites and bee stings,
Purple waistbands,
Guitar strings,
Bring my house of cards down,
Bring my house of cards down.
No light bloody creature
On a Wednesday,
For sure.
No light moldy creature
Rotting flesh
And nothing more.
My hair is a mess,
Disrespect,
Disrespectful to a Matthew –
I’m a whore.
Waiting for Godot
Is getting costly.
I am waiting for Godot
Sitting by the shore.
Bring my house of cards down,
Bring my house of cards down,
No light bloody creature
Nothing more.
Woman is a bag of flesh
And I have saggy tits.
Woman is a breastbone
A rib that doesn’t fit.
On a rainy day
Woman is an ant bite.
Woman is a bee sting
On an idle Friday night
I’m awake.
I’m awake, I know that I am
Because I can feel the weight of the pen
And the ink is not yet dry on the paper.
The phone is not yet ringing.
Bringing down the house
Bringing down the house
Bringing down my house,
The phone rings.