|
Somewhere Under Red Sky (If Red Sky Is Under RCJ)
by Amy WustrinSomewhere under red sky
A place about as real as Neverland
A boy is searching, searching, searching.
He doesnt know what for
And he doesnt really care
As long as he finds a beer in the meantime
He can go another day without it
Is he lost?
He doesnt seem to think so
But ask anyone who's ever loved him
And you're sure to hear a different story
He doesnt know where he came from
Let alone where he's going
But one thing's for sure
Wherever he is right now
A 22 oz. bottle of bud ice got him there
And he wont be back for 90 days
Next time, just let me drive my own fucking car, stupid. 01/26/2007 Posted on 01/27/2007
Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/09/08 at 12:57 PM i felt like i was floating on a string, watching a familiar film about a loved one lost to alcohol. and then that last line reeled me back in with a jerk. i think you're famous for that, amy. good work |
|
