cletus crow – 3 poems

Some Drunk Guy

wanna go in for beer so bad
nude afternoon with Nashville legs
red hair set pillowcase ablaze
couldn't get thang up pop Viagra
kinda blue stare through feet first
striding past oak thick roots
down sidewalk man huddled plastic
bags within are red blue cans
so know this too urban for happy
and wanna leave bad all them
farm East Tennessee masturbate
in peace for once live a lone
future corpse our arguments real
violent the thought don't sting
but feels good feel it cum enter
drink drown sorrow stagnated
my sweet and understanding bitch
even bought her best type cow
best type grapes now Jesus blood
ain't forgiven anal retentive ol
ass can't believe she wanted me
those innumerable months ago


I Remember... 

your wig 
after the drag show 

purple silhouette 
smoking a cigarette

nightmares


My Love Life

a labrador 
chases the stick
still in hand
like some dumbass


CLETUS CROW is a writer

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