Sarah Gamutan
Ballistics was all there in New Year and
shots killed hustlers last night. Hookers
danced and beat cheerleaders while I
remained to cheer for that ballplayer cutie.
It was the difference of lives of a college girl
and this guy who decided to choose game as
his passion. However, I went with knuckleheads
and drank beers all night. Lamp posts, moonshine,
deep night. I didn’t watch any ball games or
any major leagues. Disco balls were shattering,
house on fire. Baseball bats were not enough
to hit my heart hard; I became his shithead.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on May 6, 2012, in POETRY, Sarah Gamutan and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Sarah has sent in a couple of poems to MM. This is the first.

  2. gritty, powerful

  3. Is that the norm at the dorm of animal houses for future human spouses?

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