"whiskey"
The word didn't fall away
And float like an april breeze
But spewed and hissed
Like a trailer park gas leak
Whis- the hammer
Key- the nail
BAM!
Driven home
Deep and true
The bartender didn't ask for particulars
knowing it didn't matter
And his face poured shame
To the jigger's dance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The room hung heavy above the street
Like a burp from hell
While inside
The red and green neon
Fiddled across the barren walls
He lay on his back
His arm crooked beneath his head
While her head rested
Upon his shoulder
They both stared up at the nothing
The other kept secret
The tornado had passed
The barn was gone
And the stained sheet
Proved shelter enough
Her tangled hair tickled his nose
While his batter baked
Between her sleeping thighs
The still after the storm always
Casts an eerie pall
that words cannot abate
He picked up a board
And turned it
Studied it
tossed it, and
Looked to where the barn had been
She looked to where the barn
Had never been
"i love you"
but the words didn't fall
And float
Like an April breeze
but rather, spewed
Like a trailer park gas leak
Love-the broken hammer
You-the bent nail
Salvaged from the twister
bred in the heat
She said
Nothing,
Much to his liking
~rick
