1.
we up broke.
got back ack ack.
broke down, betty.
open,
broke open like eggs,
crack crack.
we had a rhythm,
a mad love,
mad, I tell you!
2.
how long’s it been, baby?
you up still to
no good?
3.
oh, that hot
tequila night
I dressed in
moonbeams
still gets
under
your skin, huh?
4.
I know.
I know.
everybody lies.
everybody up fucks.
everybody.
5.
who still loves you, baby?
That’s right.
That’s right.
You got that right.
Nobody but me.
© 2011
The Juice Bar 
Love, ove, ove it Alexis!! 🙂
Alexis,
I love the idiosynchrasy of this poem. Really different with a great, bouncy beat.
Think I’ll read this each am for a year.
Wow! This is right on target for a lot of us gals who love the ones who make us mad as in crazy and mad as in miss you but you almost killed me. At least that’s how I read it. It spoke to that part of my life. Well done.
Never having been a “bad boy” I missed out. 🙂
I think I’ll dress in moonbeams one hot night this summer! What a wonderful expression! Thank you!
of course this brilliance is an alexis poem. hehe and yay.
Fun I love this one.