04-26-2015, 12:54 PM
Isaac
In his youth he rode with the hurricanes,
serving as a soldier, when they stormed
the pagan beaches of Louisiana.
His favourite trick was the Cadillac flick;
he could send a pimped ride through a bordello window
with barely a sneeze.
He was high and puffed jazz up the noses of saints.
It took all middle-age to come down from that adrenaline.
He waned into infamy,
never able to blow into one ear and escape through the other,
without leaving a gibberish debris.
His last breath,
at best was a breeze;
he hurled himself into her wraparound skirt,
hoping to still move men.
In his youth he rode with the hurricanes,
serving as a soldier, when they stormed
the pagan beaches of Louisiana.
His favourite trick was the Cadillac flick;
he could send a pimped ride through a bordello window
with barely a sneeze.
He was high and puffed jazz up the noses of saints.
It took all middle-age to come down from that adrenaline.
He waned into infamy,
never able to blow into one ear and escape through the other,
without leaving a gibberish debris.
His last breath,
at best was a breeze;
he hurled himself into her wraparound skirt,
hoping to still move men.