Kristen de Kline #150 The lawless chatter

well into the night
we chatter   the lawless
whores   ratbags

poetry and spilt drinks
Canberra and convertibles
never forgo the house wine

it's true
that all the bad things
make us write
way too much

well into the night
they   crawl   around
in our messages:
psycho ex's
dead beat collaborators
holding Apple TVs
over your head
narcissists dropping the bundle
it's all about him him him
fancies himself
a cut above
the rest
thinks he's the next Dylan Thomas
time to cut the chord
pull the pin
he really needs
to be hit
by a meteor

down Lawless way
we play our cards
close to our chest
chatter through the night
wash down a glass of wine
with a handful of codeine
wake up to a plunger
of dark roast
and that sun
catching   touching
washing away
the tears
down Lawless way