I’m eating
Crackers
Listening to
NPR an
Sipping
Whiskey
Poetry by Demond Blake, Winter 2013
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Las Vegas
Bleery eyed
On the sidewalk
w/a bottle of
Saki my newly
Married mates
And their rommie
I call jonboy
Wondering
What casino
They want to
Lose $ in
Next
None of them
Can decide so
They ask me
I drink an
Don’t
Answer
The married couple
Start kissing
In times of
Indecision
They always
Start kissing
Me and jonboy
Look at each other
A marriage
No shotgun
We end up at
Circus circus
Playing some
Superhero game
None of us are
Too good at
And sneaking
Hits off jon’s
Flask
A marriage
No shotgun
At the slots
I’m eying someone’s
Cup of coins
But jonboy grabs
Me b/f I can
Swipe them
A marriage
At some restaurant
We pick at food
That looks an’smells
Sick, sip on beers
The hotel room’s
Sounding good
Right now
No
Shotgun
Our rooms
Are connected
An the newlyweds
Bouncing around
Both of them as
Jonboy bumps
Some indie
Bullshit
A marriage
I wait for
A knock on
The door
A call from
Management
w/complaints
nothing
Jon goes to
The bathroom
We hear heaving
Sounds then
He comes out
Pours a whiskey
Downs it
A real
Pro
I’m propped up
In bed wrapped
Up in a
Blanket
Thinking
That maybe
The yayo was
Was cut w/a
Bit of tweak
An drink some
Soju
No shotgun
Over the music
Jonboy yells
He’ll never
Get married
Even though
He’s in (heart)
w/his girl
The newlyweds
Say they’ll
Never get
Divorced
Bold words
By all
I don’t
Say shit
I know
My place
I just snort
A line and
Drink
I’m the
Single
One
A
Marriage
Dawn the
Newlyweds
Pass out b/f
Consummating
Jonboy’s laid
Out on the
Floor
I’m eating
Crackers
Listening to
NPR an
Sipping
Whiskey
The yayo was
A little
Tweaky
A
Marriage
No
Shotgun
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Born in Las Vegas in 1979, Demond Blake is a poet and novelist. He is currently working on his second novel “Sputnik,” the prequel to his first “Slackass.”