“Made it”
A woman buy's my book
And says her friend,
Told her to tell me,
That I was going to make it.
She nods at me;
As if I know what she
Is god damn on about
I sit down beside a
Woman with an ass like
A purple peach
and the sweetest
Laugh you never heard.
I open two beers
Because the fridge is
So god damn far away.
Put on a Nina Simone
Record and re adjust my
Dick inside my briefs.
Going to make it
She recons.
Damn bitch -
I’m already made.




"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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