Skanky old blondes by Emalisa Rose

Had it been several years ago

he’d have blasted the loudmouth

in the seat next to me;

the  guy going off on skanky old blondes

and who did him dirty.

But my guy’s been impaired.

Bad back and big bellied,

can’t even pee straight these days.

Instead of a birdflip or jolt to the jaw

of the loudmouth, he looked deep

in his Jack and coke, told me to

“drink up.  I’m buying Blondie.”

I told him “Of course you are.”

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and drawing with charcoals. She walks with a birding group twice monthly through the trails in her state. She volunteers in animal rescue and tends to cat colonies in the neighborhood. Her work has appeared in The Rye Whiskey Review, Mad Swirl, Literary Veganism and other wonderful places. Her latest collection is "On the whims of the crosscurrents," published by Red Wolf Editions.