Jul 27, 2004 00:08
famished and resigned i took my second course
staring over candlelight
at empty eyes pouring with remorse
she passed the salt
as if my fault
but our repast had turned to mush
so we downed the wine
to kill the rest of our time
should have known she was such a lush
tablecloth:red
the maitre 'd: dead
the entire fucking waiting staff, gone, bullets in their heads.
always falling down.
always climbing up.