Communicator, cooker, drinker, poet. Grew up in a mining town, wore a hard hat.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

red is the new black

hanging casually from your frame, tighter the in right parts
tucked awkwardly into the waistband of your jeans, you'll kill me
for not having told you but it was her idea not mine, i swear
we shared a few words staring at your ass as you walked away
and both thought (surely) how good you looked in red and vodka
and both thought (surely) how good you always looked in black and beer