when you’re young, lust is enough
kick off your shoes
a tambourine bangs below
in for a pizza-pie, in for a pound
half’a kiss & tell and twenty mins of scream & shout
like in a speak & spell, worked her right back down
from rock bottom to 7up to the Pepsi Challenge
but a line’a Coke’s just not enough
worn down on Guinness for lunch
worn in metal shirt, worn out metal shit
she was shy as a broken button
but camera ready as hell
sad to see back then
no Facebook
or Instagram
to remember her with
thunder in my heart, white lightning in my veins
second date way before the first
third an’ forth were in reverse
two years and I would be drunk on dysfunction
flannel and fabric, sluice from my mouth
Mitchell self-drove north every night
in the morning I rolled further south
too far in the middle ages now
she was shy as a broken button
but camera ready as hell
sad to see back then
no Facebook
or Instagram
to remember who you were
and maybe who you would come to be
because the attic of my mind
burned down to the ground
and now there’s no more photos left of you
taste. chew. spit out