by Rhonda | Feb 23, 2015 | Poetry
“Why you think he said ‘eat of my body, drink of my blood/”“I duno, man. “Maybe it was symbolic.”“HEY, nobody pour the wine down the drain for right now.”“How often you fellas think we should do it?”“Every day!”“Wine gets expensive, what about every...
by Rhonda | Feb 23, 2015 | Poetry
How come, when somebody said,“she’s a ‘red woman, ‘ manShe’s got that scarlet letter’She could afford that oil,She’s a slut,” Nobody said,‘So what if she was?She rolled with the Main Man,and the gangShe witnessed the sacrifice,She was the first one at the grave...
by Rhonda | Feb 23, 2015 | Poetry
If that one dances toVan-Halen’s “Little Dreamer”I’ll tip her ten bucks. By Danny Wayne Cotton (Friday June 17, 2011 at 3:03pm)
by Rhonda | Feb 23, 2015 | Poetry
Once upon a time,‘round this time of night, The man everybodythinksstillhas the keys to the lockand the list at the door— y’know,Rocky, Was sayin’to a hipster girl,who thought she recognized him,“Of where? Never met him.” Made his way,down festival crowed streets,full...
by Rhonda | Feb 23, 2015 | Poetry
It seems like she really likes me, so I reminded her“Be careful of something that’s just what you want it to be.”‘Cause I will quote Waylon in romantic situations andShe’s sweet enough to deserve a warning at least. “Be careful of something that’s just what you want...
by Rhonda | Feb 22, 2015 | Poetry
AgainIn dreamsI find youThe dripdripdripFrom that leaky pipe in the corner…don’t bother me noneThe broken glintThrough twofoursixBars in my window…don’t bother me noneAnd, loud as everThe proud unendingRoarthat is Hambone’s snore…don’t bother me none I’m a Prichard...
