Mimi-Mona Poetry: Would It Be Outrageous To Say—

True romance can be achieved even if, somehow, you're the only one who knows; you've just got to dance the dance even though the lie takes a lot less time, and the clean coming will hurt...especially when you're eating breakfast at the heartbreak hotel where there's dirt beneath the dirt. Where's your hiding place?

©Would It Be Outrageous To Say—

Mimi Wolske

All Rights Reserved

At the beer-ring stained bar

beneath the odoriferous,

cigarette-stained ceiling,

Lucinda Magenta’s broad ass

hugged and balanced on

the three-legged,

wooden bar stool,

her smoke rings wreathing

her head on their way up;

life was complicated.

Max Zwack, the twenty-something

high-school loser had

dropped out, started

his own band, and drunkenly

swigged from the only bottle of

one-hundred-forty-five-thousand-

dollar Macallan, 1946,

in existence; it’d make

his daddy proud...

life was complicated.

The gold rush was over

and it became everybody’s joke, so

saying it didn’t change the way

it was when your jig-saw girl

waltzed away leaving you watching

and realizing her love was

no longer in bloom, and your

ending didn’t sound like

the happiest around; admit it—

life was complicated.

Never look up and never

look ‘em in the eyes

was the only sober

piece of advice from

the voice in your head,

and you knew how long

you’d been waiting and

what you had been through

while you were high on life,

life was complicated.