Polaroid.
There is a picture,
With my pants down,
And a fat drained slug
Of a dick ,
It looks,
brown
And sunburnt,
Lounging across my leg.
I try to remember that moment
With any kind of certainty
But i struggle.
Im pretty sure
That night,
I came
On my girls bra.
And she wasn’t to happy
About it.
Or the way i asked her to
“take a photo of my dick
When its looking big”
I put all the polaroids
In an envelope
Under my grandfathers watch.
Now i think about it,
I remember that night pretty well.




"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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