walls .. roof slowly collapsing
Harleybill, hot redhead, Szzay and I
crawled on all fours .. making our way out
Venusian, Martian .. bad locals all cursed at us
Szzay wiggled her pinkie finger .. shutting them up
devices had blown upwards .. scarring their heads
jukebox cd's were seen spinning in fresh grooves
cut into their faces .. Blue Oyster Cult's song
We Gotta Get Out Of This Place
reverberating throughout my hallucinating mind
madly, I laughed out loud .. stood to my feet
bottles of Crown Royal .. Jack Daniels still sealed
opening them .. taking stiff shots .. all four of us
grabbed unbroken bottles of various beers
from the disheveled .. blackened cooler
clinking glass in unison .. we downed them
to the very last drop .. nice, cold beer chasers
hot redhead held the longneck of a Budweiser
breaking it .. leaving outward, jagged glass
daring anyone to try to follow us
Szzay tattooed the martian, Venusian's heads
with her sharp, midnight black stiletto high heels
she couldn't stop giggling .. I'd to pull her away
HarleyBill kicked a reminder into the locals ribs
with scuffed, custom made Harley Davidson boots
I was leading us through a wide gap in the walls
exiting last .. just before the Crazy Horse Saloon
came crashing down upon five wiggling figures
three bad locals, Venusian, Martian .. crying for help
looking up .. I saw our hogs through smoke clouds
we struggled, picking them up out of desert sand
unbalanced .. straddling our ashy, leather seats
hot redhead on back of HarleyBill's .. Szzay on mine
kick starting .. sweet Harley roars .. filled hazy air
whilst we guzzled two last cold beers apiece
our faces .. all black, we didn't care
rear tires spinning debris .. sand
we threw our empty beer bottles
directly at five moaning freaks
Blue Oyster Cult .. playing on my satellite radio
Copyright © November 2010
StandingBear Part XII
