Shane Jones: Poem
WE CAN'T GO SOBER
drink, baby drink.
i'm paying for the beers tonight,
and that phony,
fuck me smile
you wear
like freshly applied
cheap water color.
just listen
to me preach about poetry,
and let me stare at those
nylon legs wrapped around
the bar stool like
some beautiful spider,
and you can drink
until you can't pick up
another glass,
or until
I look like Brad Pitt.
drink, baby drink
until you love me,
and I can fire words
into you head like
a priest who reads Hustler--
we can wed in Vegas
and fuck for a week straight;
as long as you keep drinking
and my parents keep sending me money,
life will be perfect.
Shane Jones has had poems published in numerous journals including Happy Hour, Pith, Supralurid, Ygdrasil, The
Blue Review, Thunder Sandwich, Unlikely Stories, Poems Niederngasse, Crimson Leer, Conspire, Threads, Mefisto,
Poetry Super Highway, Quasar, The Step Ascending, Vis-a-Septic, ArtVoice, )ism(, Sniffy Linings Press, Comrades,
The Caffeine Addict and The Mind's Eye. He has a first chapbook of poems 23 poems out by Phony Lid Publications.
