May 26, 2011

hard hits on walking brick walls, stone in their darkened sight of agression and sublimed hobby
fueling Sundays of harry, beer-bellied drunked dads
not unlikely one of whom beets his helpless wife
for a dominance craved like dog on territory
smacking baterred proof on his bitch’s face
but tied remains her rescue, rope-burned ever so coincidentally only under every clothed place

too harsh?

1 comment:

  1. Ehh, a little harsh..But it seems well thought out. The basic idea in this, at first, seems slighty cliche, but when I read the rest, it showed origional, but a little twisted, ideas. :P