The Twisted West

old-school-neon-that 

Waking up somewhere

Not quite Reno – not quite Vegas

Married to a tranny, obsessed with me.

A dead hooker in bed

Coke across her back

Empty Jim beam bottle on the floor

Splintering headache, and nauseating

Memories of a hangover that hasn’t yet come

 

Blood on the sheets from a period missed

Forgotten, & gone by.

 

A motel for hire

Manager nowhere to be found

Some type of dog swimming

In the pool

And office keys in the toilet

Can’t find my own room keys

 

Cash register empty

Gun on the counter

Shells on the floor

 

Glass around the neighbour’s door

Lonely wife pressed against the wall

With her bra in hand.

Husband on the phone

– Sirens calling forth

 

Hiding the dead whore in the trunk

Dognapping the poodle

With a love-struck transsexual

And a bloated goldfish

In the glove compartment

Running out on an affair underway

In a yellow shark

 

Wondering what

The fuck happened

Last night

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s