Tuesday, March 10, 2009

goddess of the moon

i need you now for
chatting and mayhem; we'll shake
asses, tits, cocktails

until the sun's up
and our livers are strung up
and hung out to dry


east side bride said...

should I be worried about you?

blue roses said...

sometimes, i believe my liver needs to be squeezed flat through the rolling pins of one of those old-timed dryers.

the moon; what an accomplice.

east side bride said...

I wanna drink with you two.

17 beats. said...

then we can hold eachother's hair back the next morning! o, what fun we'll have!