I'm not sorry
for throwing you through
the wall
or picking you out
as if rotten meat
stuck in green teeth.
Just to throw you
over your couch
accidently crunching
you into the
other wall.
Nope ...
Not sorry at all.
Dealing on my block
punching me in smokey
evening light
mid conversation
not even paying attention
to you.
Nothing more then
a fly swat upon
the right side
of chin.
Never broke
what I said.
Got'em back later.
Nope...
Not sorry at all.
Even the boys
in blue
meeting me at
the door bottom steps.
"What's up Ned"?
"Nothing ...
Remodeling".
Nope not sorry at all -
Author notes
A long time ago ...
A contest entry
- Clean your Closet. by surface--tension.
500 points, ended June 10, 2008, 18 entries
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