Biggirl

It was the alcohol
after the party
and the girl was big
and if big is beautiful
then she was a heart shaped
round the world
hot air balloon,
a mound of beanbags
on a pink jellycloud

It was the alcohol
in my home
after the party
and the girl was big
She saturated me with slopkisses
and my squashed nose
and plasticine pout
struggled desperately
with death or breath

It was the alcohol
in my bedroom
after the party
and the girl was big
She flatlined me
with a powerslam
mega-sumo flop
and I was trapped
and drowning
under the tide
of her tsunami skin

It was the alcohol
on the floor
in my bedroom
after the party
and the girl was unconscious
She shattered my back
and cracked her head
on my concrete carpet
when she jiggled her belly bits
and my single bed collapsed
like an apartment block
of plastic playing cards
flattened by a frustrated fist

It was the morning
on the floor
in my bedroom
after the party
and she was conscious
and my buttocks and balls
were in a broken bed
with my big beautiful
buxom babe with a body
like a billion beach balls in a blimp

Oh big girl you are beautiful