- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Breakfast at the Wee Bee Diner
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Click hereGot a couple cords
of empty whiskey bottles
stacked neatly
out behind the shed
monument to forty years
working hard
undresses the waitress
with his eyes
still feeling his oats
She’s too young to see
the maggots crawl
behind those sad sack eyes
but old enough to know
by noon he’ll be
half through the bottle
and the feeling
will have passed
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 17 years agoOver the hill and under the bottle
And the waitress shows wisdom beyond her years.
WindChymeabout 20 years agoYup... it's the line about the maggots that tattoos this onto our minds forever. Garrison Keillor has a Lake Wobegon character named "Mr. Bergey" who could be your man. It's an archetype, isn't it? Well crafted.
Anonymousabout 20 years ago"maggots crawl
behind those sad sack eyes" made me shiver. The whole poem is spare - no wasted words. Perfect.
BooMerengueabout 20 years agoMaria! You took the words out of my mouth! I have met many like this- ladies, too. Aahhh... the choices we make! Good job, Darkmaas! Thanks!
