»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #3
»
Twelve Days of Christmas
| Dark Poetry #3 |
|
Twelve Days of Christmas |
|
|
wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn 
|
On the 1st day of Christmas I awoke in Mickies’ bed Hung over, sick and very late for work Due to the several hours that this new friend and I Spent getting acquainted at the bar where we met And later at her apartment So I toddled off to work Reeking of Old Granddad and Young Lady On the 2nd day of Christmas I awoke in Mickies’ bed Late for work, still drunk And thus, went a reeking off to work To discover there, a miracle, a windfall, a day off Or two The restaurant next to the one where I worked Had been destroyed by fire in the night So, I cruise back to Mickie On the 3rd day of Christmas I slept On the 4th day of Christmas I sat fidgeting in my car With my handgun in my jacket While just outside, Mickie was getting some closure From her drug dealer ex-boyfriend Which is to say that he owed her money or drugs On the 5th day of Christmas Mickie and I walked back to her place After closing the bar across the street Again I decided to “rape” her in the dirty dark hallway In her building On the 6th day of Christmas Mickie and I ate a bunch of “magic” mushrooms Then went to Happy Hour at a local seafood joint Where we spent too much time Watching the fish in the aquarium behind the bar That is, until my boss, who at that moment Looked like St Nick himself Joined us at the bar, causing us to flee Back to my place to have some very squid-like sex On the 7th day of Christmas Mickie and I spent the evening playing With the handcuffs (fur-lined) That she had given me And the vibrator (pink) That her sister had given her On the 8th day of Christmas I slept On the 9th day of Christmas Mickie and I crashed a Holiday Party Hosted by a local Attorney Who specialized in pleading his D.W.I. clients Guilty for the bargain price of $1200.00 While there, we drank half a bottle Of 100 year old Grand Marnier Persuaded a fifty-ish librarian to eat some mushrooms Snorted up about $400 worth of someones’ cocaine Were generally obnoxious to everyone And took a cab the four blocks back to Mickies’ On the 10th day of Christmas The drunken Slap and Tickle was interrupted By a knock on the door Standing there in the hall was Willa A girl that I had been spending time with Until she went off to the annual Rainbow Gathering “I know you have a girl in there” says she “I have’nt heard from you in three months” says I “I want to see you, please let me in” says she “You know that I have company” says I “I’m open minded” says she “Wait here” says I Alas, it turns out that Mickie was not “open minded” On the 11th day of Christmas I was sitting in the bar with Willa When Mickie joined us and announced That if I wanted any of the clothes, smokes, cash, drugs That I left in her place I could find them in the dumpster behind her building On the 12th day of Christmas I returned home from work to be greeted By Mickies’ ugly orange cat, a bag of food, litter and a note That asked me to please care for Max As she had an imminent court date that she was sure Would result in incarceration for 2-3 years minimum It seems that her ex-beau had turned States’ Evidence on her On the 13th day of Christmas I put Max out on the roof And slept ________________________________________________ I briefly consisdered posting this in the "Holiday" forum. Merry Christmas, one and all. ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do....just remember to wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
||
| © Copyright 2002 E.F.Rose - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Well... only thing that I can say is... Ho, Ho, freakin' HO!" *chuckles* ~Tier" "I shall never bond again, as I have bonded with you..." |
||
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I love your writing, wranx. Very sad and very pure. The heartbreakingly mundane brought into violent relief. Thanks for postin' it. She said burn ... together. |
||
|
arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
I must protest that was a terrible thing to do put the poor cat out on the roof but then Cats like roofs I enjoyed arthur |
||
|
wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Oh my God! It's true. I am heartbreakingly mundane. Now, I shall draw a hot bath, and find my razor. Woe, woe, Whoa! It ain't THAT bad. I'm sure the world is plumb full of heartbreakingly mundane people, just like me! Gosh, I feel just like a little ray of sunshine! ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do....just remember to wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
||
|
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
 I don't know about you, but "Woe, woe -- whoa!" is a great idea for a poem. These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
