boot hill

`boot hill`

after brief wanderings
I ended up at the old time biker
boot hill saloon
(cuz I didn't get in here last night)
where the mark hughes
local band
cranked out our 70s hard rockin' favourites
my training, I was well equipped
to sing along
even wish I was up on stage wailing
dave gave a biblical harmonica solo
I imagine fantastic cunnilingus
visitor Hank Davison with bleeding throated vocals
they call him "Europe's number one fucking rocker."
that kind of full bodied enthusiasm
embodied in steppenwolf's born to be wild
but we was distracted by the bouncer flashlights
trying to keep people from standing on seats
caught drinking from my backpacked water bottle
by a patron
you know they have beer here
yeah, but it's dehydrating.
notebooking, I met Archie
he's picking up on Lisa
and her friend Cathie
seems mighty into me

she keeps asking about my hair
she wants to comb it out
she thinks I'd be mighty hot
without those knots
cathie starts pouring beer down my throat
wants me to be fucked up like her
I go along with it
cuz I tingle at the prospect of havin' this woman
but staring at the ceiling
being forced to drink beer
is kind of alienating
did you burp yet?
we have a nice french kiss
now there are older men gathered round
her accomplices,
rich, the crane operator
jim, a bare chested tattooed buffoon
takes to grabbing my hair, head back
so she can easier pour beer down my throat
rah rah.
I pull his head back
he sez he's got titanium in his neck
and in his back, his groin
it's a scar show.

she's serious about my hair,
gonna comb it out

i ask, djuh ever hear of samson and delilah?
I hear her say to lisa,
after I take care of this,
I'm gonna fuck him to death
it gives me a hard on.
Lisa says cathie won $100 at Pub 44 last week for her tits.
Lisa and Cathie take off their bras
with my magnum 44 marker
they write their names and we string them overhead
I can't imagine these politics
beavertalk, fuck me
ain't no swarthmore
it's like augie said,
the women are just "friendlier" down south.
going to the bathroom, I pass her
she sez, get back there
she likes ordering me around
I come back, she's hip to hip with the tattooed
asks me if I'm fucked up
I say, what?
I ask him his name
it's Jim Morrison, really
bar's closing,
out on the street
archie takes some pictures of me and her
tongue to tongue
de reguir
and I take him and lisa
cathie's mighty drunk, sez,
good night, I found someone,
and Jim morrison follows with his hands on her hips.
me, I'm
just drunk enough to want to be fucking
and to not feel the cold
and to doubt my ability to drive
I would have been surprised at the turn of events
but I had no control to begin with.
I keep thinking that's she gonna regret not taking me home
fool, I got skills.
while I'm glad I have time to write
right.

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