Red Herrings

After a night on the town, I put to paper while still intoxicated. This is what I have (the bits that made sense).

Every eye averted in the bar

is trained on a bookworm’s Sapphic display.

We cringe, we bang our limbs as knee-jerk reactions to the cliché.

I take a swig at their liberal agendas for the glory of prose.

 

Freeze-frame: preserved in celluloid frames.

Goddamned dogs, barking at the billiard balls.

I know I parked my prejudice at the velvet rope,

but I bought righteous anger along for the ride.

 

Perdition come, but I do rub thee the best way.

And when I do not, our order is come again.

 

Now they chew the fat

but I hunger for wholesale slaughter.

Goddamned dogs sucked the marrow

while sinews retired with muscle in tow.

I salted the wound and put teeth to flesh.

My arm was gone when the jackals found me missing.

 

Perdition come, but I do rub thee the right way.

And when I do not, your lover is come again.

 

Every eye is trained and salivating to the touch.

The corner parlour, the one-hit wonders

and the obligatory self-portrait enthusiasts.

We’re just flannel-clad animals,

distraction is our life’s blood

and we’re pouring ourselves into each other.

Bleed dry and left for our desks.

Reviews

[Elinor Williams]

Great work! I loved this :D