Mitch by Kurt Newton

Mitch
the fucker
kicked me like a dog
broke my middle finger
the one I could have sworn
he didn’t see
as he hooked his hairy arm
around the bleach blonde
with the melon tits
swinging like two balls
at the back end
of a bulldog
finger’s swollen now
like my pecker was
when melon tits was tiptoeing
her candy apple nails
up and down my shoulder
but where’s my manners
me & Mitch
been friends
since juvie hall
guess I owe him a beer
or two
when he gets back

Kurt Newton’s poetry has appeared in Empty Sink Publishing, Crooked Holster, and Sling Magazine.