|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
|Pat’s Mom’s Third Drink and Beyond
She’s electric she says
And she’s not sure
That’s a good thing.
Electric or something, she’s not
Sure exactly what but when
She passes streetlights
The bulbs dim, lamp by lamp.
Once at a club the singer bent
Down to sing to her. His mic went
Out crack zap like that. Are you
Electric he said because you just killed
My microphone you killed it like that
And what are you doing
After the show.
About Elizabeth Majerus