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The Narrator and Miss Darlene
Posted by That One Guy
A barrage of sensual bullets
explodes inside my beer.
Life’s little lessons
tucked away
underneath lace lighters.
Stoplights go off
and I race through,
crashing headlong into a brick wall
lovingly named Miss Darlene.
She likes pancakes with her vodka,
But only after noon.
How do I know?
I think, therefore,
I forgot?
I’m pretty sure my name is Rodney.
Ask me later
after I finish my cigarette.
Who knows?
I could be dead by then,
But hell,
I could be dead right now.
Only time will tell.
Posted in Author, Fiction, poetry, writing
Tags: Drinking, forgetfulness, literature, love, pancakes, poem