Jonny Brackney

(September 26th,1988 / Louisville, Kentucky)

a splendid little evening

got another one
last night.

a splendid little
jim whiskey sample shooters,
classic jack and
her brand new christmas
fancy black laced panties,
manicured nails painted
lovely blood red.

i like em young.


it's never wrong.
but it never feels right.
and they... well...

they never see it

and as i set up a mattress
in the upstairs barn loft,
and later
as the police pull me over,
i think to myself

watching that fat man in my rear-view
step out of his nice heated car,
full tank of gas paid for
with my hard earned
my heart clenched
in the vice of
i say it
under my breath

'the things
you do
for a little piece
of ass...'

Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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