18th
Drunk in LaCrosse, 1972
Someone’s grandma dancing on the stage
To b side music
Silver hair glistens in dimestore lights
Blue Tiger burning bright
Fill my craving for the night
Cheap beer spills
Puddles on the bar
Grainbelt tastes like shit
The Green Death ties knots
In the stomach
And causes the colon to turn on itself
A fat lady gets up and mother earth breasts strain at cheap fabric
The music gets worse
The Grainbelt gets worse
Someone sleeps
Head on the beer soaked bar
Another retches in a corner
The guys carouse and slap each other
Upon the back
Mock the huge woman sweating on the
Stage
Her sweat mingles with free range beer
The red light makes it seem
As though Hell has risen
My hellmates get louder, drink more
Nothing else to do,
A skinny flat-chested girl with long hair
Gyrates to the 70’s beat
No tits, but a lot more appealing
Than fatty or granny
Enough is enough
Stumble out of the Tiger and off
To the Oxford club
Or the Office
Or the Macumba club
Only to wake upon a floor in the frat house
Stumble to a local park and desecrate the Old Maine.
