Broken beads like shattered glass
Roll beneath our feet.
A crowd that waves, sways and prays,
The merry devil meet.
Roaring music, dancing flames-
Too much color, too much light.
We shout and dance and sing and vow
To burn Mardi Gras through the night.
We pass the time till morning comes,
A white dawn still stained red.
We find our costumes torn and tattered
Our pious ideals drunk dead.
Will and Erik at the Superbowl by rustysilverlining, literature
Literature
Will and Erik at the Superbowl
"You've got the chips?"
"Don't be an idiot. Of course I've got the chips."
"The Coke. You didn't forget the Coke?"
"How could I forget the Coke?"
"Shit! The beer! Did you forget the beer?"
Rolling his eyes in answer, Will plunked down a six pack of Budweiser in front of Paul. "No. I didn't forget the beer. I didn't forget the hot dogs. I didn't forget the nacho cheese. I didn't forget the extra cushions. I didn't forget the Lays, Doritos, Ruffles, Cheetos, or Fritos. I brought Bud for you, Bud Lite for David, and Coors for myself. Did you remember the bet?"
"Yep. One hundred fifty on the Colts to win."
Will allowed himself a sm