Meltdown

The band dismembered ‘Twist & Shout’
I was munching on some wings
as hair upon my arm stood out
“Man that coating stings!”

A swig of amber goodness made
me groggily carefree
enough to count each timber laid
in the floor geometry.

“Bartender please decant some more
to chase this chicken down,
I can’t taste, my lips are sore
it’s time for all my woes to drown.”


By Robert Cameron Hazelton from Average Poet