DEATH Poem: Minx Drinks, by William Murillo

I’ve met my share of opponents:

Life of mine, just ripening.
“stay away from sky, man. She’s insane.”
brain of mine consists of insane, I like sky.
until,
I open the cabinet late at night
and with all her might!
a BOOT to the face
goodbye sight.
goodnight.

Life of mine, just ripe.
“brandy doesn’t like you, man. She just thinks you are alright.”
but i saw a different side of her-
some swigs and she’ll fiddle strangers wigs
believe it or not, she wasn’t afraid of giving birds to innocent guinea pigs.
brandy was surely a treat to the boring souls
and could not be beat.

Life of mine, soaring and about to dive.
I went off and met artois.
“artois is so beautiful, mais monsieur! Goodness sake she’s a chain smoker.”
I loved that and i joined
for entertainment she hid cigarettes
En bouche!
the love of a rebellion belgian
grew grew grew
love was nothing new
with regret, I’ve returned.

My life ahead, when mimi comes.
Victory!
she’ll let me know
I have not sold my soul.