Party Scene Poem by Jonny Brackney

red cups on the table
blonde in a shiny shirt
lips of burning cherries
i drip on anothers skirt.
grabbing
biting
a real life monster
i can not
will not
get
enough.

we fold and loop
like a
bow tied shoe string

sucking the glamour
from Gods greatest
invention

beer and gin
pulling me away

......into the
dead moon shadow

ive been here long enough
i think

its not my world

im just
passing through.