A Case Of The Mercedes Bends Poem by Robin Bennett

A Case Of The Mercedes Bends



You never came
home last night.
I visited your
favorite haunts.

All full of
dead beat dads,
ghastly clothed
women and
blood sucking
lawyers.

I lingered outside
sipping moonshine-
Bathing in neon
and getting high on
exhaust fumes;

You sunk to a new
low. Suffering from
a case of the
mercedes bends while
trying to surface
from the depths of
your bottom feeding
lies.

Now I sit on our
porch, rocking
away. I envy
the greener
grass next door.

Your empty chair
rests on the
porch, ever since
I sued you for
rocking with
someone else.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Maged Habib 23 July 2012

Now I sit on our porch, rocking away. I envy the greener grass next door. I love it

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Black On Black Arts 19 July 2012

i agree with alice your style the way u use words to tell a story which is a poem is remarkable i think i have a favorite poet

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Robin, I love, love, loved it. Great poem. TOUCHE. Alice

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Robin Bennett

Robin Bennett

New Orleans, La USA
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