to a cold bottle of beer and,
a mother wasted on the couch after
watching her favorite soap. Still,
with the remote in her hand,
awakened now and then by her own
snore and sleep talks in between.
It was at that one particular night
when he decided to take his bottle
with him near the window, that he caught
sight of a brown dog licking his
white dog
he anticipated what would become. Only
to realize that the brown one was
own pup which, two years ago, he gave out to
a neighbor he's been fantasizing about.
He let out a sigh and his gaze turned to
his asleep mother on the couch. His eyes
fixated on those two bulges that seemed
to burst every time she took a long and
heavy breath. I nourished your body with
my milk, see, you never got sick.
He pictured them erect and taut at his very own
voraciousness as a babe, savaging those
now sagging breasts. It was then he realized,
A cold beer is never enough to call it a night...
By Fallen (10/17/08)-Poetry and Poets-Friendster
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