A Splendid Little Evening Poem by Jonny Brackney

got another one
last night.

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

i like em young.

disoriented.

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

they never see it
coming.

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
money.
my heart clenched
in the vice of
guilt
i say it
under my breath

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