Monday, 17 June 2013

Hank


Of course he wasn't real...
in a conspiritorial tone,
...just the product of editors
writing for frustrated
middle aged guys not
getting enough.
Sex, dope, drama,
action, stuff...
yeah?
No one ever saw him
vomit in a piano.
Come out of a bordello.
No one ever saw him.
Period.
She sat back, looked
satisfied.
Almost like she was
ready for that
post coital drag.
I got up went
down the hall.
Took a decent crap,
whacked off,
killed a spider,
came back.
Said:
Run that past me
again
would you?




first published in Message In A Bottle Summer 2016


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