the one that got away

she was 
gorgeousness 
pearched 
in my 
heavens orbit 
i
drank rum 
she 
drank water 
while 
smoking a cig 

lets go back
to yours 
she said 
interrupting me 
on my way 
to finishing 
my faith 

in and out 
she weaved 
speeding ahead 
of me 
through expensive 
late night shopping 
traffic crashes

crazy bitch 
i yelled 
at bob
the wailing 
car radio
she 
don't know
wheres i live

holy whores 
and 
gifts from hell
i muttered 
as i 
looked through
my dirty 
windscreen 
at the 
mad angel
sitting 
posing
dangerously 
erotic  
on her boot
in her 
thigh high boots 
dominating 
another cig 
in my drive 
i smiled
between the squeaking 
wipers 
not wanting to scare
my 
friday night 
angelic lay
away

after the 
debauchery 
with a 40 oz 
glasss club 
now
in my hand 
i confessed 
i thought 
i'd lost her
she 
laughed 
you brought me back
last week 
you drunk dope 
she squealed 
as she 
punctureated 
her displeasure
at my 
black out 
by 
stabbing me
with her 
burning cig 

shit 
i thought 
as i 
gulped 
some slave rum 
from my 
glass club 
to try 
and 
flush out a memory  
and 
with some relief 
she wasn't 
as dangerous 
a physco
as i thought

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